"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."