In the wild herds that remain in the west, the strongest horses keep the lines alive. When I was a kid working on a ranch south of Malta I discovered a stud with a band of mares. Not far away there was a second band. Another kid and I cut the second stud out and drove him over to the first band. They were unbelievable to watch and still fighting when we finally left. I can’t imagine that we did such a thing but I have never forgotten it.