It was a fine day, like most round these parts. The sun had peaked in the sky and was making its slow decent to the west, out across the plains and to the mountains beyond. The air, warm and fresh against the old man's cheek, smelt of grass and of animals, and carried with it the sounds of people busy at a day's work. An eagle shrieked its cry high above and he watched its path as it effortlessly glided and soared, reading the currents of the wind, before dropping sharply to swoop onto some unsuspecting prey. His ageing eyes centred on a thick trail of dust in the near distance. He raised his hand to shield the sun from his eyes and smiled at what he saw. The old man stood slowly, feeling every year laid upon his tired joints, and rested on his cane to watch her come on in. She was pushing her beautiful dappled grey mare hard and he could see the lather on its neck as she slowed to a trot. He almost gasped as he saw the beast she led behind her, shaking his head in disbelief, he couldn't help but grin. She gave the reigns of her mare over to a stable boy and led her new acquisition into the corral, before striding over to the old man, a satisfied look on her face.
"Well, what's his breed?" she asked, brimming with excitement.
The old man took his time with his answer, peering over the girl's shoulder to look at the beast tramping about the corral. Its black coat glistened in the afternoon light as it surveyed its surroundings.
"Rey de los Caballos." he replied at last. "Not pure, mind."
"Is that rare?"
"Well, his name means 'King of Horses'. Sounds pretty rare, but there's a whole mess of them up beyond the mountains."
The horse reared up in the corral, as if its ears were burning.
"He don't like us talking about him." the old man laughed. "Don't like being penned in either, best set him free."
"Set him free? No, sir. I roped him, I'm gonna break him in."
The old man had to laugh at that, which turned into a wheeze, which set him coughing. He tottered back to his bench and motioned the girl to follow.
"Come sit a spell, girl. I'll tell you why you ain't ever breaking that horse."
"When I was but a boy, back when this town had nothing but a dirt track and a few rickety houses to its name, the mayor had some grand ideas about putting our little corner of the frontier on the map. Once such idea, more of a dream, really, was to breed horses. Folks always have need horses on the frontier, as well you know. Now, they mayor, being a man of wealth, set about acquiring the finest breeding stock money could buy. He even went as far to send for a prize stallion from the old country and for months and months was crowing about the fame and fortune the animal, the king of horses, would bring the town when it arrived. Well, he was right about that, but not in the way he had planned."
"The horse arrived late that following summer, just as we were preparing for the harvest. The whole town poured out once the news spread. The courier handed the reigns direct over to the mayor, along with an envelope containing the deed of sale that listed 'Rey de los Caballos' as the horse's name. Well, they mayor was as pleased as punch as he led the horse over to that there very corral. But his mood darkened over the coming days and weeks as it became clear that, as special as this horse may have been, there was no chance in hell of us taming him. No man could break him, he even killed one of the stable hands with a vicious kick when the boy foolishly approached him from behind. It soon got that no man wanted to try and tame him."
"No woman, either." he said pointedly in response the girl's raised eyebrow. "The mayor was mad with rage, felt the whole town was laughing at him and his uncontrollable horse, until a funny thing started to happen. People began showing up from all over, looking for a chance to quell this fearsome beast. Word had spread and, well, sure enough, the mayor saw gold. He took out adverts in the national papers, sent flyers to every town within a few hundred miles. Come tame the untameable Devil Horse! We had a genuine tourist attraction on our hands and the fortunes of the town were on the rise. Soon, people took to calling the horse Chomper, on account of the number of fingers foolish hopefuls had lost to the beast. Dozens of riders fell beneath its hooves and, suffice to say, there was more than one fatality, but that never diminished the interest in the horse, nor cut short the number willing to try their luck."
"Then, one day, a wiry looking man strode on into town. Said his name was Silas and he was here looking for a horse. He wasn't much of nothing to look at and seemed to rub folk the wrong way as he dismissively examined the stock in the stables. Then he set eyes on Chomper. 'How much is that horse?', he asked, only to be told that the horse wasn't for sale and, besides, there was no way he could ever break him. Well, Silas looked the mayor in the eye and said to him 'Mister, I got a way with horses. They speak to me and if I break that horse, you're gonna give him to me for free'. To that, the mayor agreed and the whole town gathered to watch Silas undoubtedly fail like so many others had before."
"He did it, didn't he?" the girl asked.
"Hush now, have some patience, girl." the old man scolded, before continuing on with his story.
"Silas stood alone in the corral, seemingly unperturbed by the challenge he was about to face. They brought out Chomper, two stable boys struggling to control the animal, who had become more and more crazed since the day he arrived. The stable boys closed the gate and Silas was left alone with Chomper. At first, he did nothing, save for spitting a glob of tobacco juice onto the ground before him. Then, he started to slowly circle the beast, their eyes locked together. This went on for some time and people began to jeer, but Silas carried on staring until, slowly, he paced forwards, always keeping his eyes on Chomper's."
"He got within a foot and reached out. The crowd let out an involuntary gasp, waiting for the moment when Chomper would live up to his name and liberate Silas of his fingers. But the moment never came. Silas stroked the beasts mane and leaned in close, whispering into its ear. Shock washed over the crowd as they could visibly see the beast calm, then, with one hand on the back of Chomper's neck, Silas launched himself up onto the horse's back. Another gasp from the crowd, followed by pandemonium as Silas sat straight and brought Chomper to a trot, doing laps of the corral with that stupid grin plastered on his face."
"The people were cheering now, while the mayor just starred in disbelief. 'Deals a deal', yelled Silas, before sticking his spurs into Chomper's flanks and making for the fence, Chomper clearing it easily in one giant leap. The mayor was crestfallen and had to be helped back to his house, but years that followed he cursed bitterly the day he ever bought that horse, right up until the day he died."
"So what happened?" the girl asked, interrupting the wistful silence the old man had lapsed into.
"Oh, yes. Well, rightly that's a different tale altogether, but I'll give you the abridged version. Next spring, word got back to us of an outlaw terrorizing communities throughout the frontier. They said he rode a fearsome black horse with a mean streak a mile wide, one that out-paced any who gave chase. For years more we heard tales of their misadventures. They turned over more banks and stagecoaches than you could keep track of, robbing and killing any who got in their way, and it wasn't long before their special brand of trouble came riding back in our direction. But, it was only a flying visit. A blur of mean-tempered, black coated madness, tearing through town with a whoop and a holler, a posse of twenty or more lawman hot on their heels."
"Seems Silas had made some powerful enemies, as you are like to do if you make a habit of robbing rich folk, and the best thief takers from across the frontier had banded together to track Silas down. They drove him mercilessly until, left with nowhere else to run, they had him trapped between their guns and the hundred feet drop down into Gulch's canyon. Silas knew he was done for, so he spiked his spurs hard into Chomper's side and made for the canyon. The lawmen gave chase, ready for any trick Silas might have up his sleeve, and watched on as, urging Chomper faster, Silas approached the canyon's edge. 'Well, I guess it's you and me until the bitter end, Chomp. So long, fellas!' Silas called, pulling hard on the reigns to make his mount jump."
"But Chomper didn't jump. He bucked, hard, and down Silas fell into the canyon's depths with an angry cry, all alone. One of the lawmen managed to get his fingers ahold of Chomper's reigns, but he bit the man's hand clean off at the wrist. The lawmen fired their guns, but Chomper was too quick, galloping away as fast as the winds. He made for the mountains and that was the last we ever saw of Chomper. But, a few years later, we increasingly started to see young horses on the far plains and beyond the mountain passes, horses with dark black coats and as fast as the wind. That there is one such horse, my girl. A Rey de los Caballos." the old man said, pointing to the beast that was now pacing angrily in the corral.
"You see girl, as good as you are with horses, you'll never tame that stallion. Oh, you might get him to cooperate for a while, like Silas did, but he'll never be truly tamed and he'll never truly be yours. A creature like that belongs only to itself and Silas made the mistake of thinking he was in control."
"I'll break him, you'll see." the girl said. "Just think of how valuable he could be if we got him put to stud. Hell, he's near twice the height and size of most of the nags round these parts."
"That value's worth little if he kicks you from the saddle and you break your neck. I'm telling you girl, let this one go." the old man implored, rising to his feet.
"I'm sorry, but you know I've got to try."
"Hmmph, well, if we're lucky he'll only damage your pride." the old man snapped, more harshly than he'd intended, but he feared for her.
They advanced towards the corral, the horse staring at them all the while. They approached the gate and the horse came to meet them. Suddenly, it reared up and sounded its displeasure. The old man stumbled backwards and fell hard to the dirt, while the girl tried to soothe the beast. It reared again, turned and, in one clean leap, cleared the corral fence and galloped off. The girl helped the old man to his feet and they watched as the horse sped out of town, across the plains and on, towards the distant mountains, soon becoming little more than a trail of dust on the horizon.