They were without riders and he walked to the nearest swell to look at them.
He looked down upon a herd of wild horses, many of them clean and fine of build.

At their head was a great black stallion and when the Ring Tailed Panther saw him he sighed.

At another time, he would have made a try for the stallion's capture, but now there was other business afoot.
The wind shifted.

The stallion gave a neigh of alarm and galloped off toward the south, the whole herd with streaming manes and tails following close behind.

The Ring Tailed Panther walked back to the cottonwoods and awoke his companions, because it was now full day.
"I saw some wild horses grazing close by," he said, "an' that means that nobody else is near.