people have asked about the little white horse that lived on Shackleford
Mason tells the story of the Spirit of Shackleford:
the dignity of an ancient, he wandered at will and foraged for himself.
Always shy, but with a touch of curiosity in his beautiful, gentle
eyes, he was an orphan … he was our baby.
January 2, 1997, we found his remains, along with the body of a
young mare whose company he had kept since the roundup in November
of 1996. His death was the result of human interference; probably
well meant, but nonetheless devastating. .
"Spirit" of Shackleford lives on, and will continue to live on,
in the whispers of the sea breeze, in the silver glitter of the
moon on the salt water, in the white clouds on the horizon, and
in the hearts of all who knew him. His spirit will remain on Shackleford
Banks … as long as wild horses roam the island's shores … as long
as people care.
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