Thundering over ground that has known it's share of hardship, horses gallop under a Grey sky. The wind howls around them as their hooves stir up dust. The breeze carries it high into the air. Lightning flashes in the distance as Thunder echo's across the plain. In colors painted on them by nature and necessity, they wander aimlessly without boundaries. Blending into the natural beauty of the vast open spaces. The painted horses run as a mark of history across the west.