I found 136 head on the Pony Express Trail Road just before I got to Simpson Spring. It's not often I found them this far south, but was happy to find them at all.


Friendly Fred and his nephew, Peanut are hanging out together and making peace.

Fred's mother and the band Dad.

Not everyone is in a peaceful state of mind. I'd guess someone got into the wrong territory.

Pictures don't show that there are mustangs on all four sides.

Gypsy's fifth colt. He's growing up to be a fine looking young man, and not prone to cause trouble.

Peanut is making the rounds, making friends with all the youngsters.

When someone tipped my chair over, there was a stampede for a few feet. I'm glad I wasn't in the chair.

The band moved down to the Simpson Spring pond. It was hot and they got pretty docile. They wouldn't hardly move out of my way when I tried to walk through them.

This old boy laid his ears back when I ask him to move a few feet. However I wasn't worried, I was packin my .357. I was in a little bit of a panic when I got home and found I'd forgot to load it.

I was happy to see this old white stud made it through the winter. He walks slower than he use to, and keeps on the outskirts of the band. As late as it was, I though I might hear a coyote howl, but no such luck. Two hours and I'll be home.

This post is the result of a "pat on the head" from Faster Horses, Big Muddy, MRJ and Burnt. Thanks for your support.
