Valley of Wild Horses

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. The Panhandle was a lonely purple range land, unfenced and wind swept. Bill Smith, cattleman, threw up a cabin and looked at the future with hopeful eyes. One day while plowing almost out of sight of his little home— which that morning he had left apprehensively owing to an impending event— he espied his wife Margaret coming along the edge of the plowed field. She had brought his lunch this day, despite hi