Parting Shot: The Drifters…

Mimicking their body language with each step their caballos took. They were to travel towards the sky from the bottom of a Texas valley after checking on a tired yearling who wasn’t steady with his feet. These magnificent animals shuffled up a wall of sand, wild, like the wind. I stepped aside, standing barefoot in the grit of it all. At a ridge I reigned, as they were coming hard hedging over the hill. I quickly followed, sinking into the ground with each step. The sky break showed off two shadows riding towards a pasture that led to summer wildflowers and yearlings. Working hours without rest, they rode forever, chasing the herd. Shirts soaked with sweat and beaded faces, they spoke the language of the horse. (Photo and description by Jelly Cocanougher)