There’s so much to say about this magical evening in McCullough Peaks. Surrounded by a herd of nearly 70 mustangs, I soaked in the last moments of sunlight before darkness fell. The horses moved peacefully, comfortable with our quiet presence as we simply watched and admired. Then, I spotted this mustang, perfectly framed against the setting sun, scratching his neck on a fencepost—completely content, just like we were. A simple, beautiful moment of wild serenity.