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The young lonesome stallion arrives at the valley, knowing little about how the world of wild horses runs.

Horse Reference by Colourize-Stock
Landscape Inspiration by Coccineus

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  05. 17.19
One of the cowhands spotted something pale on the cams— didn’t get a great glimpse of it, but we were pretty sure it wasn’t a cow. As I suspected, it was a horse. Old scrawny thing, real beat down. Wild, too. The old mare isn’t hostile but she certainly isn’t comfortable with us. I fear she’s on her last legs. No idea how she managed to jump the fence in her state but here she is.
The wife wants to keep her. To let the poor thing live out her days on a ranch with easy access to food and shelter. I would think the mare would miss a herd, but she seems to like the cattle well enough. Ah well, I guess we got an old horse now. Probably gonna pick up some senior horse stuff for her— some specialty food or supplements I guess. She doesn’t look well, but at least she doesn’t look sick with anything. Nothing more than old age is wearing her down, as it does to all of us.

    05. 22. 19
It’s a terrible joke, but since we found her in our southern pasture… well, we’ve taken to calling her ‘Mexico’. ‘Old Mex’ to be more precise. Old Mex certainly came from down south, maybe she actually did cross the border. Wouldn’t that be funny?
Harper adores her. From afar, of course, Mex isn’t happy to be around people. But she isn’t easily spooked, either. If I’m honest, I think she’s nearing her end. I don’t know much about horses— we’re cattle folk, through and through— but I do know she’s a grey mare who probably has arthritis. She limps around and doesn’t tend to move quickly at all, but she keeps with the herd. The cattle like her. They’re all curious animals and I’ve seen the cattle grooming her sometimes. Old Mex is probably well on her way to becoming blind. The sight of us checking the herd doesn’t bother her much at all.
Gonna try to get some dewormer in her soon, her stomach is quite large for a horse as old and skinny as her.

  06. 02. 19
Old Mex didn’t have a parasite problem after all— well, not the kind of parasite we were worrying about. She was pregnant. No idea how a horse her age could carry a foal to term, much less not have complications with the birth but we’ve got a little foal running around the pasture now. I almost thought we ended up with a Holstein somehow— the little guy is black and white spotted. Pretty cute, really. Think it’s a colt. Sorta hard to tell. We’ve named him Texas. Which quickly became Young Tex.
Old Mex and Young Tex. A very odd pair. She doesn’t seem to acknowledge her foal much at all. There really isn’t much of her there in spirit, I don’t think. Whatever her life was like, it must have been hard on her. Thankfully we’ve still got calves in the herd. We were all worried about Tex— and it seems it’s a common sight to see him nursing from some cows alongside their calves. I’m surprised so many of them don’t seem to mind, but then again I think Mexico smells enough like the herd that they must recognize Tex for what he is.
Harper is insistent we get the little guy all his shots and a quick health check the next time we get the vet in. I’ll have to call ahead for that. Mex isn’t a very attentive mother. Combined with a foal’s natural curiosity, I think it’ll be easy to get Texas a check up with a little bribery.

  10. 17. 19
Texas is quite a kick. He really seems to enjoy life with a herd of cattle, especially with the calves. It seems playing chase and grooming is universal across the species. I’ve seen Tex sleeping curled up with calves. He’s quite cute. Ballsy little bugger sometimes— he rears and kicks at us sometimes and runs away before any of our horses get a chance to correct him.
I worry about how our geldings and mares would react to him, so they only meet Tex under the saddle. Mostly he just wants to play and speeds around the area around us while we’re working.
Old Mex is still kicking somehow. I don’t think she’s produced milk for Texas at all. Sometimes I swear she doesn’t even remember she had a foal. Thank god she doesn’t attack him, though. I think she sees him as a minor inconvenience at most when he is trying to get her attention.
They’re just animals, but I am very thankful Texas doesn’t seem to be negatively affected by his mother’s lack of attention. Maybe because a few of the cows are happy to mother him. I’m not a horse guy by any stretch but the vet, whenever she comes, bribes Texas with some molasses to get a quick look over him. She says he’s growing just fine. Once he’s older, I doubt he’ll let anyone come in on him, but for now he’s a curious little guy with a sweet tooth.

  03. 29. 20
Tex is no longer with us. Sent some cattle up further north to a friend, and well, I guess Tex followed along. Mexico is still here. She’ll probably live here ‘til her dying days, so we’re trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. I miss that colt, he was certainly something different. At least the folks further north know to expect Tex popping in and out of their fields. Somehow Harper has gotten a chat group set up so people can share images and texts of the young stallion. Right now he’s somewhere around Oklahoma and Kansas. Wonder how he feels about the colder weather up there.

  05. 10. 20
Didn’t think I would miss having a horse around but I guess Texas grew on all of us. The cattle stay closer to Mexico. The old grump doesn’t seem to mind too much. Crazy old thing.
Texas has been spotted up around Colorado last I heard. Harper is very invested in his well being, even though he’s not ours anymore. Texas will always be a wild horse at heart. Even if he is still grouping up with cattle. One day he’ll find some mares of his own. Hopefully being raised by cows hasn’t made him an outcast among horse society haha.
I really think it would break Harper’s heart if anything happened to Tex when he was this young. He’s almost full grown now. Pretty sure. Again, not a horse guy.
But maybe getting a few retired horses would be good for Harper. It’s a shame Mexico is so prickly about human interaction. Now that’s an idea, hm…

SPOTTING THE SPOTTED TEX— FACEBOOK GROUP
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I think Tex is making a run for the snow mountains of Wyoming! Look at him go! One of those wild horse photographers got a lovely picture of him cresting a hill. -- from Mary Springs, 12:02 pm on September 15th, 2021

In Wyoming, at the start of winter…

The black and white spotted stallion snorts and shakes his head, ruffled mane scattering the few snowflakes that rested on his hair. This is really far north. Somehow, he isn’t sure how, Colt ended up wandering off after a wonderful smell and ended up far, far away from the current cattle herd he’d been staying with.
Colt looks down the sloping hills into a valley, curious at the beautiful water sparkling in the red winter sunlight. It is cold, but beautiful. The mountains nearby are white with snow. Mountains are interesting. Didn’t have those back in his warmer homelands. He’s pretty sure they didn’t.
Too curious and much too relaxed for a young stallion new to the area, Colt begins making his way into the valley, head held low to sniff the frosted grass. He will warm up as long as he keeps moving.

Dawn is just breaking, casting warm shadows as the sun rises behind the mountainous horizon.
[1342 words]

DESCRIPTION TRACKER
Stallion ID: Colt #141
In response to: N/A First Piece
Art features: N/A
Story features: N/A
Word Count: 1342

Rolls: Normal Rolls

Description

The young lonesome stallion arrives at the valley, knowing little about how the world of wild horses runs.

Horse Reference by Colourize-Stock
Landscape Inspiration by Coccineus

Beginning < Colt's Story > Next >>

  05. 17.19
One of the cowhands spotted something pale on the cams— didn’t get a great glimpse of it, but we were pretty sure it wasn’t a cow. As I suspected, it was a horse. Old scrawny thing, real beat down. Wild, too. The old mare isn’t hostile but she certainly isn’t comfortable with us. I fear she’s on her last legs. No idea how she managed to jump the fence in her state but here she is.
The wife wants to keep her. To let the poor thing live out her days on a ranch with easy access to food and shelter. I would think the mare would miss a herd, but she seems to like the cattle well enough. Ah well, I guess we got an old horse now. Probably gonna pick up some senior horse stuff for her— some specialty food or supplements I guess. She doesn’t look well, but at least she doesn’t look sick with anything. Nothing more than old age is wearing her down, as it does to all of us.

    05. 22. 19
It’s a terrible joke, but since we found her in our southern pasture… well, we’ve taken to calling her ‘Mexico’. ‘Old Mex’ to be more precise. Old Mex certainly came from down south, maybe she actually did cross the border. Wouldn’t that be funny?
Harper adores her. From afar, of course, Mex isn’t happy to be around people. But she isn’t easily spooked, either. If I’m honest, I think she’s nearing her end. I don’t know much about horses— we’re cattle folk, through and through— but I do know she’s a grey mare who probably has arthritis. She limps around and doesn’t tend to move quickly at all, but she keeps with the herd. The cattle like her. They’re all curious animals and I’ve seen the cattle grooming her sometimes. Old Mex is probably well on her way to becoming blind. The sight of us checking the herd doesn’t bother her much at all.
Gonna try to get some dewormer in her soon, her stomach is quite large for a horse as old and skinny as her.

  06. 02. 19
Old Mex didn’t have a parasite problem after all— well, not the kind of parasite we were worrying about. She was pregnant. No idea how a horse her age could carry a foal to term, much less not have complications with the birth but we’ve got a little foal running around the pasture now. I almost thought we ended up with a Holstein somehow— the little guy is black and white spotted. Pretty cute, really. Think it’s a colt. Sorta hard to tell. We’ve named him Texas. Which quickly became Young Tex.
Old Mex and Young Tex. A very odd pair. She doesn’t seem to acknowledge her foal much at all. There really isn’t much of her there in spirit, I don’t think. Whatever her life was like, it must have been hard on her. Thankfully we’ve still got calves in the herd. We were all worried about Tex— and it seems it’s a common sight to see him nursing from some cows alongside their calves. I’m surprised so many of them don’t seem to mind, but then again I think Mexico smells enough like the herd that they must recognize Tex for what he is.
Harper is insistent we get the little guy all his shots and a quick health check the next time we get the vet in. I’ll have to call ahead for that. Mex isn’t a very attentive mother. Combined with a foal’s natural curiosity, I think it’ll be easy to get Texas a check up with a little bribery.

  10. 17. 19
Texas is quite a kick. He really seems to enjoy life with a herd of cattle, especially with the calves. It seems playing chase and grooming is universal across the species. I’ve seen Tex sleeping curled up with calves. He’s quite cute. Ballsy little bugger sometimes— he rears and kicks at us sometimes and runs away before any of our horses get a chance to correct him.
I worry about how our geldings and mares would react to him, so they only meet Tex under the saddle. Mostly he just wants to play and speeds around the area around us while we’re working.
Old Mex is still kicking somehow. I don’t think she’s produced milk for Texas at all. Sometimes I swear she doesn’t even remember she had a foal. Thank god she doesn’t attack him, though. I think she sees him as a minor inconvenience at most when he is trying to get her attention.
They’re just animals, but I am very thankful Texas doesn’t seem to be negatively affected by his mother’s lack of attention. Maybe because a few of the cows are happy to mother him. I’m not a horse guy by any stretch but the vet, whenever she comes, bribes Texas with some molasses to get a quick look over him. She says he’s growing just fine. Once he’s older, I doubt he’ll let anyone come in on him, but for now he’s a curious little guy with a sweet tooth.

  03. 29. 20
Tex is no longer with us. Sent some cattle up further north to a friend, and well, I guess Tex followed along. Mexico is still here. She’ll probably live here ‘til her dying days, so we’re trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. I miss that colt, he was certainly something different. At least the folks further north know to expect Tex popping in and out of their fields. Somehow Harper has gotten a chat group set up so people can share images and texts of the young stallion. Right now he’s somewhere around Oklahoma and Kansas. Wonder how he feels about the colder weather up there.

  05. 10. 20
Didn’t think I would miss having a horse around but I guess Texas grew on all of us. The cattle stay closer to Mexico. The old grump doesn’t seem to mind too much. Crazy old thing.
Texas has been spotted up around Colorado last I heard. Harper is very invested in his well being, even though he’s not ours anymore. Texas will always be a wild horse at heart. Even if he is still grouping up with cattle. One day he’ll find some mares of his own. Hopefully being raised by cows hasn’t made him an outcast among horse society haha.
I really think it would break Harper’s heart if anything happened to Tex when he was this young. He’s almost full grown now. Pretty sure. Again, not a horse guy.
But maybe getting a few retired horses would be good for Harper. It’s a shame Mexico is so prickly about human interaction. Now that’s an idea, hm…

SPOTTING THE SPOTTED TEX— FACEBOOK GROUP
[1 New Post]

I think Tex is making a run for the snow mountains of Wyoming! Look at him go! One of those wild horse photographers got a lovely picture of him cresting a hill. -- from Mary Springs, 12:02 pm on September 15th, 2021

In Wyoming, at the start of winter…

The black and white spotted stallion snorts and shakes his head, ruffled mane scattering the few snowflakes that rested on his hair. This is really far north. Somehow, he isn’t sure how, Colt ended up wandering off after a wonderful smell and ended up far, far away from the current cattle herd he’d been staying with.
Colt looks down the sloping hills into a valley, curious at the beautiful water sparkling in the red winter sunlight. It is cold, but beautiful. The mountains nearby are white with snow. Mountains are interesting. Didn’t have those back in his warmer homelands. He’s pretty sure they didn’t.
Too curious and much too relaxed for a young stallion new to the area, Colt begins making his way into the valley, head held low to sniff the frosted grass. He will warm up as long as he keeps moving.

Dawn is just breaking, casting warm shadows as the sun rises behind the mountainous horizon.
[1342 words]

DESCRIPTION TRACKER
Stallion ID: Colt #141
In response to: N/A First Piece
Art features: N/A
Story features: N/A
Word Count: 1342

Rolls: Normal Rolls