Saige Bowen: Wild mustangs need to be managed, not saved

Bends in desolate oil field roads occasionally revealed groups of mustangs. Sometimes it was a herd, a dozen dusty hides and windblown manes against the red sandstone buttes. Half the grazing horses would warily eye my large pickup truck while others still focused on grass growing between sagebrush. Other times it was just a couple fillies who shot off in the opposite direction, playfully nipping at each other with tails raised in high spirits and trailing dust.With every encounter, I marveled a