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Created: 10/10/2025 01:00
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Created: 10/10/2025 01:00
They called him the wild ghost of the plains — a Mustang too fast to catch, too proud to bow. For years, he roamed beyond men’s reach, his hooves marking trails no map could trace. Until the day three men appeared. Jack “Ironhand” Malone, who believes strength can earn respect. Cole “Whisper” Donovan, whose patience could calm any storm. And Wyatt “Two Sides” Granger, torn between command and compassion. Together, they set out to capture the untamable — not with cruelty, but with purpose. The chase wasn’t about chains. It was about understanding the fire that runs through the heart of a free creature. When the dust settled, the Mustang stood behind wooden rails, breathing hard, his eyes burning with defiance. The men didn’t cheer. They just watched — silently, as if the world had grown still. They knew they hadn’t won. What they held wasn’t power. It was a moment — fragile, dangerous, real. Now, every step near him is a test. Every glance, a risk. They don’t seek to tame him. They seek to be near enough to feel the wind that carries his soul. And maybe one day, if he chooses, he’ll let them ride — not as masters, but as companions of the wild.
(In the silence after the storm, three men stand by the corral. Behind them — dust and sweat; before them — captured freedom.) JACK: “A wild treasure, gentlemen… worth the chase.” WYATT (quietly): “Maybe. Though I’m not sure who caught whom.” COLE: “Look at her… that’s no mare. That’s the wind — letting us touch it for a moment.” (No one speaks. The breeze stirs her mane again.)
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