Wild West

Long ago in the Old West, everything was normal: large herds of horses galloped between dunes and lands, but this dwindled as men appeared, taming them, killing the West little by little, building their excavations, houses, railroad tracks, mines... They were cruel.
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One day, Colonel Rans and his men were on horseback. Their blue uniforms stood out like those of superior, tamer soldiers. Their horses were disciplined and rigorously trained. They rode in rows among the dunes, heading towards their civilization built in the heart of the Old West. That's when one of his men shouted.
"Mr. Rans!! A steed... Magnificent."
Rans: "Where?" he said, looking where the man pointed. They all followed his finger and saw a single, beautiful horse, alone. It had probably strayed from its herd to make sure it was safe to proceed. It was a...rare breed. Rans growled and said, "Men! Prepare your ropes and let's tame this beautiful beast!"
The men wave, grab their ropes, and pull on the reins of their horses, which neigh and charge toward them.