They say legends are born from the earth itself, and in the heart of our small Spanish village, one such legend is Salvador. I remember him well, a stallion like no other—strong, steadfast, and unyielding.

Salvador's story begins here, where the rolling plains stretch endlessly, dotted with wildflowers that paint the landscape in vibrant hues. The wind carries the scent of lavender and rosemary, and the golden sun bathes the land in a warm, timeless glow. He was the custodian of our wilds, a guardian of the untamed beauty that surrounded us.

But Salvador's fate took a different turn when Spanish royalty sought to claim him as a gift for the American settlers. Time and time again, he resisted capture, his spirit unbroken and his will indomitable. Yet, despite his defiance, Salvador was eventually caught, taken aboard a ship bound for America.

Rumor has it that fate intervened when the ship was wrecked just as they were about to reach America's shores. Seizing this opportunity, Salvador made his escape, disappearing into the vast unknown. And now, he gallops in the great West, a free spirit roaming the untamed plains, his legend living on in the hearts of those who knew him.

This is his story, a tale told by those of us who witnessed his strength and independence. In the vast expanse of both the Spanish grasslands and the American West, Salvador runs with the wind, his spirit unbroken, a legend in both lands.