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A federal judge in the Mountain West recently ruled in favor of wild horse advocates who sued federal land managers for failing to stick to their own rules.

As my wild horse paws at the snow and eats hay in my pasture, I look at him and wonder what I鈥檝e done. I would sit with my mustang, Boo, every day all winter, into the spring. Just hoping he鈥檇 start to trust me 鈥� and want to be around me. It had to be his choice, to come to me, to choose me.

The first time I visit a government holding facility for wild horses is in Burns, Oregon. I鈥檓 thinking about adopting a wild horse 鈥� one of thousands that the U.S. government rounds up each year. They鈥檙e kept in large corrals until they鈥檙e adopted, and some live out their days in captivity.

I remember the first time my mustang, Boo, bucked me off. We were riding along through the sagebrush following a cowboy friend of mine, Dave Johnston. I wouldn鈥檛 let Boo put his head down to munch the spring grass so he threw a temper tantrum. I stayed on for maybe four or five good bucks but then he dumped me.