The Three

The three ignored me until I stopped the car and got out. They quickly turned to face me, side by side with suspicion in their stares.

To my surprise they looked alike standing in the wind. Their hair was falling down between their eyes. Even the hair on the back of their necks was dancing to the windy gusts.

The three seemed proud in spite of the situation they found themselves. They could be sisters or perhaps a mother and two daughters.

I was strongly attracted by their beauty and thought a picture was in order. As my camera came into their view, the three turned and swiftly moved away, never to even glance back. It was as if I had violated what little pride that remained.

These wild horses of Oregon are truly a different breed.