A Wild Mustang with a Broken Leg Fought to Survive in the Snow. Look Who Came to His Rescue

the wind howled through the desolate Wilderness whipping Against The Battered body of a wild Mustang his leg shattered his breath shallow he had fought for hours sinking deeper into the Relentless snow his body trembling from exhaustion and pain no one knew he was there no one was coming to help or so it seemed just when all hope was lost footsteps crunched Against The Frozen Ground a figure emerged from the storm drawn by an unseen Force what happened next would defy All Odds and prove that even in the darkest moments Miracles can happen the blizzard had

come swiftly swallowing the open Plains in a wall of white wind howled through the skeletal branches of the sparse trees whipping ice and snow across the landscape beneath the Relentless storm a lone Mustang struggled to move his powerful body Built For Speed and endurance was now failing him pain shot through his right for leg with every attemp attt to stand the fall had been sudden a patch of ice hidden beneath fresh snow had sent him crashing down he had heard the sickening crack before he even felt the pain now his leg was useless Twisted at

an unnatural angle he had fought for hours dragging himself through the deepening snow but each movement sent fresh Agony through his body his nostrils flared as he panted his breath forming quick desperate clouds in the freezing air the storm was growing worse he knew he needed shelter but there was none in sight the world around him was an endless blinding white he was alone the herd had been ahead of him when it happened by now they were miles away moving toward lower ground away from the brutal storm they hadn't stopped when he fell they couldn't

Wild Horses survived by moving always searching for food and safety a single horse Left Behind rarely made it through a storm like this but he wasn't ready to give up with with a deep shuddering breath he braced himself and tried again pushing against the ice beneath him the pain was unbearable his leg collapsed sending him crashing onto his side with a heavy thud a weak strangled sound escaped his throat not a Winnie not a scream just a desperate noise of frustration and exhaustion he lay there for a moment the cold creeping through his thick coat

his ears twitched listening to the sound of the wind the storm swallowing any other noise there were no Predators lurking no sign of movement just the Relentless force of nature pressing down on him draining his strength with every second if he didn't move soon the snow would bury him his mind fought against his body he had to get up he had to try again with every ounce of willpower left in him he shifted his weight digging his good leg into the snow for leverage muscles trembled his body aching from exhaustion and pain but he managed

to pull himself up just enough to lift his head he took a deep shaky breath and forced himself forward one agonizing step at a time the snow dragged at him swallowing his Hooves making each movement harder than the last he could feel his strength slipping away his ears pinned back against his head and as the storm roared around him taunting him testing his will to survive then in the distance something shifted a sound barely audible over the wind but different from the storm a crunch of footsteps slow heavy deliberate his ears flicked forward his heart

pounded something was coming was it a predator a wolf or worse a mountain lion stalking him in his weakened State he couldn't run he had no defense he was completely exposed the steps grew louder closer and then through the thick curtain of snow a shadow appeared a human wrapped in a heavy coat their face hidden by the storm they moved with careful steps their body tensed as if they weren't sure what they were looking at the Mustang's nostrils flared his body trembled every Instinct screaming at him to flee but he couldn't he was trapped broken

helpless and now a stranger had found him would they be his salvation or was this the end the wind lashed against the figure as they trudged through the thick snow their boots crunching with every deliberate step the Mustang's breath came in Rapid bursts his sides heaving as he watch The Stranger approach his heart pounded like a drum inside his chest he didn't trust humans in his short life he had learned to fear them the sharp cracks of whips the rough hands that had once tried to break his Spirit memories of the past flashed through his

mind like lightning even now in his broken state every fiber of his being urged him to fight to flee but he couldn't run his injured leg throbbed a brutal reminder of his helplessness the figure came closer a man bundled in a thick coat his face partially hidden beneath a Woolen hat and scarf his breath fogged in the icy air as he knelt a few feet away studying the Mustang with cautious eyes easy there boy he murmured his voice barely audible over the storm the Mustangs ears flicked forward at the sound but he remained still his

muscles coiled like a Titan spring he was ready to lash out if the man got too close the man didn't move immediately he just watched snowflakes clung to the Mustang's dark coat melting against the Heat of his trembling body his man was Tangled with ice his nostrils flaring as he tested the air the scent of the human was unfamiliar wood smoke leather something faintly metallic not a Rancher not a Wrangler not a threat the Mustang wasn't sure the man let out a slow breath his eyes never leaving the wounded animal he could see the pain

in the horse's stance the way his injured leg barely touched the ground the way exhaustion pulled at his frame you're a tough one aren't you the man said softly as if speaking to an old friend the Mustang snorted tossing his head slightly but he didn't move away he couldn't the man reached into his coat and slowly pulled out a small cloth bundle he unwrapped it revealing a few pieces of dried apple he extended his gloved hand holding the offering just within reach the Mustang eyed the food wearily his stomach clenched with Hunger but Instinct held

him back accepting food from a human meant lowering his guard and he had survived this long by never lowering his guard the man didn't push he simply waited the storm raged around them snow piling higher against the Mustang's legs the man knew they didn't have much time if he left the horse out here he wouldn't last the night still he had to earn the Mustang's trust first minutes passed the only sound between them was the wind howling through the valley then cautiously the Mustang lowered his head his velvety muzzle hovered just above the man's Palm

nostrils twitching as he took in the scent of the Apple the man held perfectly still then slowly the Mustang took the food the man let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding that that's it he murmured good boy the Mustang chewed slowly his ears shifting uncertainly he wasn't sure why but the man's presence felt different less like a threat more like something else the man carefully reached out his hand moving slowly toward the Mustang's neck the horse flinched but didn't Retreat his muscles tensed his mind screaming to pull away then the man's hand

made contact a firm warm touch against his ice cold coat the Mustang stiffened his body vibrating with tension but the hand didn't hurt it didn't force it simply rested there solid and steady the man's voice was low and calm we'll get you out of here buddy the Mustang didn't understand the words but something in the man's tone made him hesitate for the first time since the fall a tiny sliver of Hope flickered in his chest he wasn't alone anymore but was it safe to trust the storm howled at answer they had no choice the man

knew time was running out the storm was worsening the wind howling through the valley kicking up thick flurries of snow that stung against his Exposed Skin the Mustang was shivering his powerful body barely holding up under the weight of exhaustion and injury if they stayed out here much longer the cold would do what the broken leg hadn't yet kill him but moving a wild horse especially one as injured as this was no easy task the man's name was Luke Callaway he had spent most of his life in the mountains living off the land rescuing animals

when he could his cabin wasn't far nestled deep within the Pines where the snow wasn't as brutal but getting the Mustang there that was another problem entirely Luke shifted carefully unfastening the coil of rope slung across his shoulder he didn't want to tie the horse down it would only send the Mustang into a panic but he needed some way to guide him the Mustang's dark eyes flicked toward the movement his ears twitching as he watched Luke with a mix of curiosity and distrust his nostrils flared taking in every detail every shift in the man's stance

Luke crouched lower speaking in a calm steady voice I know you don't trust me boy and I don't blame you but we've got to get out of here the Mustang exhaled sharply his breath fogging in the cold air he took a small tentative step forward testing his weight the pain jolted through his leg for forcing a pained grunt from deep in his throat his body swayed nearly collapsing again Luke's stomach tightened the horse was at his limit he reached into his coat pulling out another dried Apple offering it on his open Palm the Mustang hesitated

then took it chewing slowly it was a small Comfort but it meant something Luke knew he had to act fast carefully he looped the Rope into a makeshift lead keeping his movements slow and deliberate he didn't try to force the Mustang didn't yank or tighten the Rope just a gentle pressure a suggestion rather than a command the Mustang's ears flattened for a moment his instincts bristling at the feel of something around his neck but Luke didn't pull he just held the Rope Loosely giving the horse a choice for a long moment the Mustang stood there

his body trembling his mind battling between fear and survival then with a deep breath he took a step forward Luke exhaled in relief that's it buddy one step at a time but the journey would be anything but easy the wind howled around them as Luke guided the Mustang through the deep snow each step agonizingly slow the injured leg made the walk brutal every few Paces the Mustang stumbled his body shaking with the effort Luke kept his voice steady offering quiet reassurances you're all right keep going almost there the storm wasn't letting up if anything it

was getting worse snow piled high the path barely visible Luke squinted through the white out his pulse quickening they had to make it to the tree line once they were under the shelter of the Pines they'd be safe from the worst of the wind then suddenly a loud crack Luke froze the Mustang's ears snapped forward his entire body tensing another crack this time beneath them the river Luke's stomach dropped he had miscalculated the storm had buried the landscape in a thick blanket of white but underneath the fresh snow a thin sheet of ice covered the

riverbed the sound of splintering ice sent a jolt of Terror through him easy he whispered tightening his grip on the Rope the Mustang shifted his weight testing the ground then suddenly his front leg punched through the ice the horse let out a panicked squeal his Hooves thrashing as he struggled to pull himself free the Frozen surface cracked wider beneath him water seeping up through the fractures Luke didn't think he acted he lunged forward grabbing hold of the Mustang's man with one hand while tugging the rope with the other come on buddy you have to move

now the Mustang flailed his back Hooves scraping against the ice Luke braced his boots against the Frozen surface pulling with everything he had then with a mighty Lurch the Mustang heaved himself forward Breaking Free from the crumbling ice he collapsed onto Solid Ground his chest heaving eyes wild with fear Luke fell back into the snow his own breath coming in hard gasps his hands were shaking adrenaline flooding his system but they had made it the Mustang was still alive Luke reached out resting a hand against the horse's sweat dampened coat you're tougher than you look

he murmured the Mustang was still trembling but this time he didn't Flinch from Luke's touch the trust between them fragile as it was had just been sealed and they still had a long way to go the river was behind them but the battle was far from over the storm had only grown fiercer the wind cutting through the trees Like a Knife the Mustang's body swayed exhaustion pulling at him but Luke kept him moving they had no choice stopping now meant freezing to death Luke tightened his grip on the Rope glancing toward the distant Tree Line

his cabin was still a mile away nestled deep in the woods where the wind wouldn't be as brutal but a mile in these conditions with an injured Mustang felt like an impossible ible task the Mustang staggered his injured leg barely able to hold him up his breath came in heavy clouds his body shaking violently Luke reached out pressing a hand against the horse's heaving side stay with me buddy just a little further the Mustang's ears flicked back barely acknowledging him he was slipping his body giving out from the pain and cold Luke swallowed hard he

had to do something fast digging into his pack he pulled out a thick Woolen blanket it wasn't much but it would help conserve some of the Mustangs body heat moving cautiously he draped it over the horse's broad back securing it as best as he could with a piece of rope the Mustang flinched at first but didn't resist that's it Luke murmured we're going to make it all right the Mustang exhaled a shaky breath he wasn't sure if he believed the man but at this point he had no choice but to follow Luke adjusted his coat

and started moving again leading the Mustang step by step through the snow the wind howled ice stinging against his face he could barely see a few feet ahead but he knew the land well if they kept moving in a straight line they'd reach shelter soon but fate wasn't done testing them yet a sudden gust of wind barreled through the valley strong enough to knock Luke sideways the Mustang let out a startled Winnie rearing up on his good leg whoa Luke shouted yanking the Rope just enough to steady him the Mustang's Hooves hit the ground hard

his injured leg buckling beneath him he let out a sharp Cry of pain collapsing onto his side in the deep snow Luke's heart slammed against his ribs no no no come on buddy you have to get up the Mustang's body heaved his sides rising and falling in Rapid bursts his dark eyes rolled back slightly the sheer exhaustion taking hold Luke dropped to his knees beside him rubbing his hand firmly against the horse's thick neck trying to keep him awake you can't stop now you stop and you die that's not how your story ends you hear

me the Mustang's ears twitched slightly at the sound of his voice Luke reached into his coat his fingers shaking as he pulled out the last few pieces of dried apple he held them close to the horse's muzzle hoping praying that hepu would take them for a long moment the Mustang didn't move then weakly his lips parted l Luke exhaled in relief as the horse chewed slowly it wasn't much but it was enough to keep him conscious that's it Luke whispered that's the fighter in you but they weren't out of danger yet Luke knew what he

had to do if the Mustang couldn't walk the rest of the way he would have to pull him bracing himself he untied the extra rope from his peack and fashioned a makeshift harness around the Mustang's chest it wasn't perfect but it would give him some leverage gripping the Rope with both hands Luke dug his boots into the snow and pulled the Mustang groaned his muscles quivering but with Luke's help he managed to shift his weight enough to get his front legs under him that's it boy you've got this Luke pulled again every muscle in his

body straining slowly inch by inch the Mustang pushed himself upright his injured leg barely holding his weight Luke didn't give him time to collapse again he immediately started forward leading the Mustang step by step the wind fought them the snow tried to bury them but they kept moving One Step another then finally the dark outline of the cabin appeared through the storm Luke nearly laughed in relief we made it he breathed the Mustang didn't react he was too far gone barely keeping himself upright Luke didn't waste another second he led the horse straight to the

covered porch where the wind couldn't reach them the Mustang nearly collapsed again but Luke was ready easing him down onto a thick bed of straw his body was trembling violently his breath shallow but he was alive Luke knelt beside him brushing the snow from his thick Mane you did good buddy he murmured the Mustangs dark eyes flickered open just for a moment for the first time there was no fear in them just trust and that was enough the storm raged outside wind howling like a Restless ghost through the trees but in inside the cabin's small

stable the world was still the Mustang lay curled on the thick bed of straw his body rising and falling in slow labored breaths his injured leg was stretched awkwardly to the side swollen and raw from the brutal Journey Luke knelt beside him running a firm but gentle hand down the Mustang's damp coat his muscles were trembling beneath the touch his exhaustion nearly overwhelming but he was alive Luke exhaled pushing back the wave of relief that threatened to overtake him there was no time to rest yet the horse wasn't safe not by a long shot moving

quickly he grabbed a thick wool blanket from a nearby shelf and carefully draped it over the Mustang's heaving frame the cold had seeped deep into his body and if Luke didn't get his temperature up soon hypothermia would set in you're not dying on me boy he muttered standing and reaching for his medical kit he had dealt with injured animals before Wild Ones lost ones ones abandoned and left to fend for themselves some had made it others hadn't but Luke refused to accept failure this time the Mustang had fought too hard to die now grabbing a

lantern Luke adjusted the flame casting a warm glow over the stable he worked quickly pulling a roll of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic from his kit then crouching beside the Mustang once more he examined the injured leg it was bad the break wasn't fresh anymore but the swelling had worsened from their Trek through the snow the leg was slick with melted ice the skin scraped raw where the Mustang had dragged himself Across The Frozen Ground blood had dried along his fet lock dark against his dust covered coat Luke sighed he needed to set the

leg soon but it would be painful glancing up he met the Mustang's dark eyes the fear that had once burned there was dimmer now replaced with exhaustion and something else something different trust Luke swallowed this is going to hurt buddy the Mustang didn't react his body too weak to Flinch Luke set to work first he cleaned the wound pouring antiseptic over the raw scrapes the Mustang's ears twitched his body stiffening slightly but he didn't fight Luke worked as quickly as he could his hands steady despite the tension coiling in his chest next came the hardest

part Luke grabbed two wooden splints from his kit and positioned them carefully along the Mustang's leg he hesitated for only a moment before tightening the bandages around them securing the makeshift cast the Mustang let out a sharp grunt his body jerking against the pain his nostrils flared his ears pinning back for a brief second but he didn't kick Luke pressed a steading hand against the horse's damp neck murmuring softly I know boy I know but it has to be done the Mustang exhaled hard his body shuddering Beneath The Strain but he didn't fight he didn't

try to escape Luke finished wrapping the bandages tying them off securely then with a deep breath he sat back on his heels his muscles aching from the effort it wasn't perfect but it was enough for now he stood stretching the stiffness from his limbs then moving toward the corner of the stable he grabbed a it and filled it with fresh water he placed it near the Mustang's muzzle watching as the horse barely lifted his head you need to drink Luke encouraged for a long moment the Mustang didn't move then slowly he stretched his neck forward

his lips parting just enough to take a small sip Luke smiled it wasn't much but it was a start outside the storm began to ease the wind no longer screaming through the trees the worst of the blizzard had had passed but the real battle was just beginning the Mustang had survived the cold now he had to survive the healing Luke knew it wouldn't be easy Wild Horses weren't meant to be confined they weren't meant to rely on humans the Mustang would fight against that instinct against the vulnerability of his injury but Luke wasn't about to

give up not on him not now he grabbed another blanket draping it over the Mustang's back then with a final glance at the injured horse he muttered you're going to be all right boy the Mustang's ears twitched but this time he didn't Flinch away and for the first time since their paths had crossed Luke felt certain this horse wanted to live the storm had passed leaving behind a world buried in white the trees stood heavy with fresh snow their branches bending under the weight while the ground outside Luke's cabin was untouched except for a few

sets of tracks his own and the ones leading to the Mustang's final exhausted collapse inside the stable the air was warmer a small heater in the corner cast a soft orange glow keeping the chill at Bay the Mustang lay where Luke had left him his body still except for the slow rise and fall of his chest Luke crouched beside him checking the bandages the swelling had gone down slightly but the break was still bad it would take weeks to heal properly if the Mustang allowed himself that much time and that was the real battle now

Luke had seen it before wild horses that refused to rest refused to accept help their instincts screaming at them to run even when they physically couldn't some survived others didn't the Mustang had fought harder than any horse Luke had ever seen But if he didn't let himself heal all that fight would be for nothing Luke ran a hand over his rough jaw exhaling slowly you're not making this easy are you the must 's ears flicked slightly the first sign of life he had shown in hours Luke smirked that's what I thought he stood moving to

the feed bin grabbing a scoop of Oats he poured them into a wooden trough near the horse's head the Mustang turned his eyes toward it but made no move to eat Luke crossed his arms you need to eat buddy the Mustang blinked Luke sighed all right if you're going to be stubborn I guess I am too he grabbed a chair from the corner and dragged it over sitting down beside the horse if the Mustang wasn't going to eat he wasn't going to leave minutes passed then an hour the Mustang still didn't touch the food Luke

rubbed his face frustration settling in I don't know what happened to you before I found you but I do know one thing you didn't survive all this just to give up now the Mustang's nostrils flared slightly as if considering the words Luke leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees I get it you're a fighter you don't trust people maybe you shouldn't but I didn't drag you out of that storm just to watch you waste away here the Mustang exhaled heavily shifting slightly against the straw then slowly hesitantly he stretched his neck toward the trough

his lips brushed against the oats Luke held his breath and then finally the Mustang ate a slow smile spread across Luke's face that's more like it he didn't say anything else he just sat there watching as the Mustang took a few more bites it wasn't much but it was enough the first real sign that he wanted to live Luke knew there was still a long road ahead the leg would take weeks maybe even months to fully heal and after that the Mustang would have a choice to make return to the wild or stay Luke wasn't

sure which the horse would choose but tonight for the first time he allowed himself to hope the sun rose over the snow covered Valley Painting the world in soft Fu of gold and pink the storm was long gone replaced by an eerie Stillness as if nature itself was waiting to see what would happen next inside the stable the Mustang stirred his body was still weak his injured leg bound tightly in its splint but something in his eyes had changed the deep dark fear that had once burned there had dimmed replaced by something quieter something almost

calm Luke stood outside the stall leaning against the wooden beams with a cup of coffee in his hands he watched as the Mustang shifted testing his weight carefully the leg was still healing but the worst was over now it was just a matter of time and choice Luke had spent weeks caring for the Mustang feeding him changing his bandages talking to him in the quiet hours of the night when neither of them could sleep the horse no longer flinched at his touch he no longer pulled away when Luke entered the stall they had come a

long way but Luke knew what was coming the Mustang was a wild thing Born to Run to roam free across the open Plains he wasn't meant to be kept behind walls no matter how kind the hands that cared for Him Luke sighed setting his coffee down on a nearby crate well buddy he muttered pushing open the stable doors it's time the Mustang lifted his head ears flicking forward Luke moved to the stall unlatching the wooden gate the cold morning air rushed in filling the space with the crisp scent of Pine and fresh snow outside the

open world stretched before them a silent invitation Luke stepped aside giving the Mustang room to decide for a long moment the horse didn't move then slowly he shifted his weight onto his good legs his injured leg trembled slightly but it held Luke watched as the Mustang took one tentative step forward then another and another and just like that he was outside the sun hit his coat turning it a deep rich brown his Mane catching in the gentle breeze his nostrils flared as he took in the sense of the world beyond the stable ears twitching at

the distant sounds of birds calling from the trees he was free Luke swallowed the lump in his throat folding his arms over his chest go on then he murmured the Mustang turned his head dark eyes locking onto Luke's for a brief moment it was the same look he had given him that night in the storm the look of a fighter a Survivor but there was something else there too gratitude then with a deep breath the Mustang took off his hops kicked up soft powder as he trotted forward his injured leg still stiff but growing stronger

with each step he moved toward the edge of the clearing pausing at the tree line for a moment Luke thought he was gone but then the Mustang turned back he didn't come closer he didn't linger but he didn't leave either not completely Luke smiled shaking his head you're something else buddy the Mustang let out a soft snort then lifted his head high and with one final glance he disappeared into the trees Luke exhaled his breath curling in the cold air he knew he might never see the Mustang again but somehow he didn't think this was

the end not really some bonds couldn't be broken not by time not by distance and certainly not by something as simple as freedom if this story touched your heart don't forget to subscribe like this video and share it with someone who loves inspiring stories let's keep spreading messages of courage and Hope