Wild Chrome at the trickle. I’m not sure who he was looking at here; the other horses had walked away to the right, and his own girls were still behind him.
Wild Chrome at the trickle. I’m not sure who he was looking at here; the other horses had walked away to the right, and his own girls were still behind him.
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Fabulous! Fabulous shape and what a head on that guy!