Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

We’re all just little things on this planet, after all.

But all together, we’re all important.

Lovely besties Winona and Mariah lead their band to water.

Summer is over, and autumn is here.

Oh, to be wild and free.

Killian’s band is to the right (some stationary, some already moving away), and another band is to the left. Killian stands protectively between them. The chase through the trees has already happened, and the other band is drinking at a seep. Killian, here, seems calm and only observant. What thoughts does he have?

Corazon and Maiku follow the dust trail left by their girls after a dustup with a nearby band as the sun sinks beyond the smoky horizon.

The sky has been smoky again over Disappointment Valley, but Skywalker, moseying after a familiar family, doesn’t seem to mind. He has the necessities, and all is well.

Juniper also likes to nibble the greasewood (Really, they all love it like ice cream). That’s the vast sweep of Valentine Mesa (my name for it) behind her.

Seneca knows what everyone knows: The best greasewood is the greasewood on the other side of the greasewood bush. 🙂