"Thanks to Bel Bel, Thowra escaped from his first encounter with Man. But it certainly wasn't to be his last. Thowra didn't realize that he'd become a challenge, a prize, to be pursued and attained at all costs."

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"Bel Bel led Thowra back to the territory of their own herd and the protection of the mighty stallion Yarraman."

"Yarraman was the finest, strongest stallion of all the herds of the high country. He was the King of the Cascade brumbies and now, just when he was needed, he was here to protect his handsome, but still foolish, son and his favorite mare."

"Every summer, men returned to the High Country. Every summer they came with their wide horned red and white cattle, their dogs and their pack horses. To man the high country was a pasture, a summer home, a relief from the heat of the plains. It was a place of beauty, and a source of income. To most of the bush creatures the wallabies, wombats, possums and kangaroos, man was a nuisance, an intruder. But to the wild brumbies the arrival of Man meant the arrival of danger."

"They fought on and on and as the darkness raced from the shadows of the setting sun, it took with it the strength of the older Yarraman, lord of the Cascade brumbies. As Thowra looked on he knew this would be his proud father's final battle. The Brolga was at his peak and his stamina could not be matched. Thowra also knew that one day the mountains would ring loud with his cries and the earth would carry his blood as he fought to win back a kingdom."

"It was quite usual for one stallion to defeat another. Defeat yes. But not kill. But Yarraman was too great a horse to simply be defeated, so The Brolga had left him to die."

"As the cold nights and the first frosts marked the ending of summer the men began to muster their cattle and with them went the immediate danger. And with them went more stories about the mystical silver brumby and more tales of his deeds and his daring."

"The Man went too, without his precious Golden. But Thowra knew he'd be back to get her. Especially now she was in foal to him. Unlike the other brumbies, Golden was not used to the harsh conditions of winter in the high country. Especially for her sake Thowra kept his small herd moving in search of better pastures."

"When the good weather returned no one realized that Golden, having been with men all her life till Thowra captured her, was lacking in the instinct to take the stirrings of her unborn foal calmly. At the last moment Golden left the herd to seek the comfort and protection of her old master."