"It would not be a fight to the death for both were magnificent stallions in the prime of their lives. It would be a fight for supremacy, a fight to stay on in the Cascades as King, or leave as the vanquished never to return."

"And it was The Brolga who bowed to the youth and grace of Thowra relinquishing his place to the younger son of brave Yarraman."

"For years to come men around campfires, women at country shows, children in schools will tell stories of a great silver brumby seen galloping on windpacked snow. Of a ghost horse drinking at the Crackenback River. Of a horse that everyone thought was dead appearing in a blizzard at Dead Horse Gap and vanishing again. Of the wild stallion cry that could only be Thowra's. But no human really knows where the son of Bel Bel roams. Thowra, the greatest brumby of them all."

"Where's little creamy, Cooley?"

"How many did we get Murray?"

"Two hundred."

"She came back to me, silver horse! [laughing]"

"Just ignore him."

"I've got your daughter now, silver devil!"

"Let's just go and have a look around? Ever get the feeling you're being watched Echo?"

"I'll teach you to play with me horse."

"Golden. Home, Echo, home!"

"I’ll get you! I swear! I will get you!"