Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Tom Mills]
“I've seen stallions — their mane and tail would be that long (eighteen or twenty inches) — and sometimes their manes would come to their shoulders and their tails would drag the ground. I've seen 'em milk-white, not a black hair on 'em. About the prettiest one I ever saw was one of these white ones. He was as round-bodied as he could be and had a small head and glass eyes; that is, sort of blue eyes. He was sure pretty. They caught 'im and gentled 'im and he was already broke in when I first saw him. But, I remember about the prettiest stallion runnin' wild I ever saw. It was down in those sand hills below Pearsall. He was a red roan. He had a bunch with 'im and I got a good look at 'em but I never caught that stallion.
“It was a peculiar thing about that. What do you suppose mustangs would do when they would spy you? Why, they would come right to you. A hoss is intelligent. When a smart hoss sees something he don't understand, he's goin' to work around and see what it is before he runs. And those mustangs, they would always come right toward you. When they got close enough, they'd go plumb around you, but they's never break and run as soon as they saw you; they'd come right where you could get a good look at every one of 'em. Then when they went around you, that would be about the last you would see except the dust. You sure couldn't head 'em off!
“I rode so many mean hosses, I can't remember which was the meanest. About the most vicious hoss I ever rode tried to eat me up. He never throwed me; that was something they didn't do, unless I wasn't lookin' for it. I was mighty near a hoss-conqueror. This here hoss would reach around and bite my legs. I sure had to watch 'im. I've