They are my soul. I am the one they
call horse talker. I can speak to them.
I am one of the only ones alive that can.
I calm them down in times of peril.
In times of that they fear for their lives.
My name is Cheyenne Horse Talker.
The horses are part of me. When they hurt, I hurt.
When they die, a part of me goes along.
The spirit of the west runs in me, in them.
The remnants of once was here, the last of true spirit.
An unyeilding bond of horse and man, broken
by slaughter and war. I speak for them, the wild horses of
america, and my people.
Author notes
Well I just earned a name from an indian friend of mine. Its Horse Talker because of the fact Im good with horses, and Im an indian...So I wrote this about my beleifs, my people and horses.
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Awwww that's sweet ^^
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