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they wandered off. The episode had both  Skomars. “I thought you might like to  ing because without further words, he
        exhilarated and depressed me because  know how that dead animal business  vanished into the fee booth.
        feds  had  just  announced  they  were  turned out.”                         A decade later I still pause for a
        saving the wild horses from death by     I certainly did. Warner went on.  friendly word with the fee booth guys
        starvation by “thinning out” the herds.  “The ranger found it right away. But it  and as I leave I see in the background
        This signaled their doom in Southern  wasn’t killed; it died of a broken neck.  Warner  looking  at  me,  stone-faced.
        Nevada. I was among the last hikers to  Those shotgun shells around it were  But then that nervous twitch starts at
        have mustangs as trail companions.   just from guys taking target practice  the corners of his mouth and he turns
            A few hours later, still lamenting the  long ago.” I was relieved to hear this.  away. As I drive off, I seem to hear
        loss, I was returning to my car when I  Strange, though. I’d never noticed that  noises resounding from the fee booth:
        spotted something odd in the deep wash  Warner had a nervous tic. The corners  “Hee haw . . . hee haw.”           ❏
        ahead of me. With an ominous feeling, I  of  his  mouth were  twitching almost
        hastened my step. The object appeared  beyond control.
        to be a large animal, its torso contorted   I  thanked Warner  and  started  to
        in death, its legs pointed to the
        sky, its hooves nearly joined                                                       Desert Trumpet
        as if in prayer. It was a dead
        horse.                                                                                  Editor
            It couldn’t have died more                                                        Barbara Wolin
        than a day before. No flies,                                                        Contributing Writers
        maggots. A  healthy  animal.                                                            Louis C. Kleber
        I looked around, then froze.                                                            Jack Ryan
        There were dozens of shotgun                                                           H. Dan Wray
        shells littering the wash. About                                                     Barbara Wolin
        this  time,  two  youths  from
        Reno had been charged with                                                            Publishers
        wantonly shooting wild horses.                                                        Norm Kresge
        Had I come upon a copycat crime?     move again, but Warner stopped me.              Barbara Wolin
            I got my cell phone out, but a call  “Wait, Jack! One thing more.” The tic   Administrative Assistant
        to the Visitor’s Center dead-ended me.  was very noticeable now and Warner            Phyllis Lisi
        There was only one way to handle this:  covered it with his hand. “You know             Gaffer
        The guys in the fee booth would know  that dead horse you found”? . . . Yes,         Norman Wolin
        what to do and do it quickly. When I  Warner.” . . . “That was no horse. That
        got to the fee booth, and first person I  was a cow.” A cannonball hit me be-   The Desert Trumpet is published month-
        saw was Warner Skomars, the shepherd  tween the eyes.                      ly by and for FORRC members. Statements,
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        of the crew and just the man to get me   It took moments before I recovered.   writers are their own and do not necessarily
        action.  I  told Warner  my  story  and,  “Warner, I’ve hiked in Cottonwood Val-  reflect those of FORRC. Please submit all
        without a word, he got on the radio to  ley for years. I’ve seen burros, horses,   articles, photos and artwork NLT the15th of
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        right away,”                         said was a horse.” Then he explained.     FORRC  is  a  non-profit  501  (c)  (3)
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        “They said to thank you. Nice.” I left  some ranch hands in the Sandy or Pah-  of the Red Rock Canyon National Conser-
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        knowledge that justice would be done.   decided to have their own rodeo. They   ronmental education,  teacher workshops,
            The following Tuesday I returned  got too rambunctious and broke a cow’s   natural resource protection, cultural resource
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        tell visitors of the desert wonders. I  a valuable animal like that to tomfoolery,   General  meetings  are  held  four  times  a
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        I drove off, someone popped out of the  it, and reported it as a stray.” Warner’s   be left at 255-8743. Visit our website at www.
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