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This old boy was out in the flats all by himself. I had no idea where the band was hanging out and he wouldn't say.







Late in the afternoon I saw them coming down a fence line. Some guy on a 4-wheeler spooked them away from the fence. They ran about a quarter mile and turned back my way and ran between the fence and my camera. The best I could count was 113 head.



Gypsy and her family seemed to be kicking up their share of dust.


I hurried around the hill just in time to see them spill over the ridge.


At about three miles, most of them didn't even slow down for a drink.


Ol Friendly Fred was working up a sweat.


He's a game little sucker, but I'll bet he wishes he didn't have all that fur to pack.


The third and last time I was able to bushwhack them was when they went through this gate and ran past the last water trough. In all I figure they ran just about ten miles. Quite a distance for the half dozen colts in the band.

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