I hope you routinely soap out your mouth, Teribus. Your mother didn't teach you to speak that way to women or to wise and gentle souls.

Not on subject but your talk about horses made me think of this song:

Scatter My Ashes
Buddy Tabor, Juneau, Alaska

A cowboy lay dying, his day almost done
He'd spent all his life 'neath Nevada's hot sun
His friends grouped about him to tell him goodbye
But his soft final words made them tough cowboys cry:

Won't you scatter my ashes where the mustangs run free
Them wild running horses mean freedom to me
Tear down your fences and let them herds be
Them wild running horses mean freedom to me.

In the sweet smell of sagebrush after a summer storm
Way up in Black Canyon them wild colts were born
But he never did chase them; it wasn't his style
And whenever he saw them it brought him a smile

Won't you scatter my ashes where the mustangs run free
Them wild running horses mean freedom to me
Tear down your fences and let them herds be
And whenever you see them, won't you please think of me