Windows I was still but a boy, When my people first started horsetrading, With the white man, Bill Gates; For livestock to be used on the cyber plains. Ninety Five was a poor breed, Made up of mixed bloodlines. Favoured by the white man. They know nothing of horse stock. Ninety Eight, though mixed with broken mustang; Were a bad breed, skittish, having to be hobbled often. ME were ponies that found much favour with the Pawnees, as pack-horses. They did not ride well. XP are better, their bloodlines come from the wild mustang herds, That frequent the vast plains. Apaches, the best horsemen, in creation; Use them to great advantage. The Vista are good animals but unpredictable, Causing their users many problems. But I have heard of a new breed,The Seven. It is said to be the result of mixing wily mountain mustang herds, With the speed of the white man's Arabian stallion stock. Creating a truly unique workhorse. I shall get one and find out if this is true. They say that with such a beast, I shall need all my rodeo skills. It is yet to be seen, Only time will truly tell. Dusti Rodes (2008)
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