The opening sequence to THE WILD... - Vintage Los Angeles

No One Wanted To Buy The Wild Black Horse — Until A Wounded Veteran Gave It A Name Cheyenne, Wyoming — a place where the wind never rests, and the dirt remembers every hoofprint. The auction yard buzzed with low voices and tired eyes, the air thick with dust and curiosity. In the center pen stood a massive black Shire stallion, his coat dark as midnight, muscles rippling beneath his skin. His gaze was sharp, proud, and untamed — the kind that made even seasoned ranchers take a cautious step back