Now I must admit, that while I had never been frightened by any horse, even those that were intent on doing me harm, this reaction did unsettle me more than a little. I didn't feel threatened, just surprised that these thousand horses should show so much interest in me. With that, I felt a nudge in the small of my back… The tobiano's velvet nose was pushing me gently into the gathering, and wasn't satisfied until I started to walk toward the herd. Then he walked alongside me, matching my pace and making sure I didn't stop, or turn tail and run. As we approached the mass of horses, they parted to let us pass, in what I suppose, would in modern parlance be called a Red Sea moment.
Eventually we reached a clearing in the middle of the herd, an almost perfect circle of about twenty five yards diameter, as we reached the edge the tobiano stopped and gave me one more nudge toward the sole occupant of the circle, a native brave in full war bonnet. He looked me up and down for a moment, and then spoke… "Come, we have been expecting you." stunned I started to walk slowly toward the figure. Before I had chance to say anything he spoke again "You are here because my horses have summoned you…." I mumbled a few half formed words about having so many horses, but he took no notice "My horses do not show themselves to those who harm. Only those pure in heart will see or learn of them." I nodded, trying to take in what he was saying, half listening, and half wanting to run away from this surreal situation I found myself in.
"Listen white man", he said, "Sit and smoke the pipe with me, and I will answer all that troubles you…." He lit and passed me a long carved pipe, filled with a foul smelling tobacco; I inhaled, choked and coughed violently. At this I saw, for the first time, a smile form on his face... He started to tell me of his background, and why this place was so sacred to both him, and his horses. I indicated that I needed my recorder to take down all that he was saying or I would surely forget... Once again he smiled "You will not forget… All the mechanical things you think you need are as nothing to the Great Spirit that surrounds and cares for us, but if it will help, then use it…" I set the device on a rock and started it in record mode. Behind the smoked plastic window I could see the reels of tape advancing slowly.
He now started his story in earnest. It was September 28th 1874, when without warning, the US cavalry had attacked the Indian villages on the canyon floor… They weren't interested in killing, just devastating their villages, burning their tents and destroying the food stocks that had been carefully stored away for the approaching winter… Then with more than a hint of despair in his voice, he came to what was to him, the worst part of all. "Then they rounded up my horse, the horses of my neighbours, and the horses of the other villages and took them away… Without our horses we were nothing… No longer braves. All we could do was run away in shame." His voice broke, and he chose his words with care… "We returned to our reservations, with only what we could carry, our women crying, our children hungry, and our horses gone for ever".
There was a slight pause and while I shuffled uncomfortably, he started again. "And did the cavalry want our horses for themselves? Did they give them freedom to wander the lands of their birth? No, they took fifteen hundred of our horses and put the bullet to nearly eleven hundred of them…." "As we ran, we could hear in the distance the continual shriek of our horses pleading for us to help them, and the sound of gunshot after gunshot, until, after sunset, all went quiet…"
By now the sun was beating down fiercely on the two of us, but I felt chills run down my spine, here was a man telling me of events that happened nearly a hundred and forty years ago, but he was describing them as though he was there. No that was madness, in order for that to have happened he would have to be at least one hundred and sixty years old… No one lives to be that age, but before I could voice my doubts he started again. "After the cavalry had gone, some of us crept back, in the hope that… well... that some might have survived, but the cavalry were good at their work, and everywhere were the bodies of our beloved horses piled one upon the other, the sand red with their blood…"… "We wept like children to see the death and destruction that had been done to us that day. And, the following summer when we returned, all that remained were the bare bones of those that had once been so close to us… Tell me why mankind needs to destroy the things that it should treasure most…" I had no answer, and just bowed my head thinking of all the wars, crimes, death and destruction that we had wreaked on each other over the years….
Suddenly, with what could best be described as a wave of relief, I snapped back to the present, away from those nightmare visions of gunshot and the blood soaked ground... I turned to my companion and meekly asked what it was that he and his horses wanted from me. "We know that you and your friends are pure of heart, for if you weren't these horses would never have welcomed you into their midst, or let their story be told… But they have died in vain; they have no memorial, nor anyone to pass their story on to the young…" He bent his head toward mine, "So this is what you must do… Tell the world of the eleven hundred horses that gave their lives in eight hours, tell the world of the cavalry men who were so disgusted by what they were ordered to do that it made them ill, tell the world that never again must the innocent be used in revenge…", then he moved closer still "And tell them this…" he whispered with almost a degree of threat in his voice, "That despite man's inhumanity to the horse, he will always be glad to help and serve you. But remember… you must treat him with love and respect, for as with all living things, you will eventually be called to explain your actions to the Great Spirit…."
He looked at me, and behind those eyes I could see the wisdom in his words, he smiled and gestured toward the horses, which still stood quietly watching the two of us, "Now go and bid them farewell, for they have to leave this place… You will meet them again one day, when your time is come, and they will serve you in the happy hunting ground as surely as they served us in life".