Eight years ago my son and I first saw the magnificent and showy wild horse when he was at the top of his game. At that time he was the Alpha male in the herd of over two hundred mustangs in the remote desert. As he aged he slowly lost power to defend his large band of mares; eventually defeated and driven away to lonely exile but still longing to be with the herds.

Now, a loner and the last one to drink at the waterhole, he will need to defend himself against his former challengers and the young males that see him as a sparring partner. In this frame, he shows he has retained all the skills, but beyond rearing high to warn another stallion, he simply retreats again far from the others.