He saw wide stretches of meadow; he saw hills sharpsided and smoothly rolling--places to climb with labor and places to gallop at ease.

He saw streams that promised drink at will; he saw clumps and groves of trees for shelter from sun or storm.

All that a horse could will was here, beyond imaginings.

Alcatraz lifted his beautiful head and neighed across the lowlands.
There was no answer.

His kingdom silently awaited his coming so he struck out at a sharp pace.