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When I moved to Rock Springs, Wyoming in 1989, I didn’t know any one, so I drove endless miles of county roads and two tracks, exploring the area. Everywhere I went, I came across herds of wild horses, most of which were big boned, tall and sturdy. I noticed that some areas had primary colors of sorrels with flaxen manes and tails, while other areas were more colorful, and another area had curly horses.
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