Ain't no hosses around these parts can run them mares down!" She heard the tribute with a smile of pleasure and ran satisfied glances over the six beauties which cantered or trotted before them.
"But even wild things are captured," she argued.

"Even deer are caught.
If the chestnut _did_ run off the mares again why couldn't--" Hervey interrupted dryly: "Down Concord way, Jess Rankin was pestered by a black mustang.

Jess was a pretty tolerable fair hunter, knowed mustangs and mustang-ways, and had a right fine string of saddle hosses.
Well, it took Jess four years of hard work to get the black.

Up by Mexico Creek, Bud Wilkinson had a grey stallion that run amuck on his range.

Took Bud nigh onto five years to get the grey.