But even if you don't get to see him, Snake Gulch is worth seein'." I learned later from Stewart that the White Mustang was a beautiful stallion of the wildest strain of mustang blue blood.

He had roamed the long reaches between the Grand Canyon and Buckskin toward its southern slope for years; he had been the most sought-for horse by all the wranglers, and had become so shy and experienced that nothing but a glimpse was ever obtained of him.

A singular fact was that he never attached any of his own species to his band, unless they were coal black.

He had been known to fight and kill other stallions, but he kept out of the well-wooded and watered country frequented by other bands, and ranged the brakes of the Siwash as far as he could range.

The usual method, indeed the only successful way to capture wild horses, was to build corrals round the waterholes.