We cracked up on a fighter strip while bombing with Mustangs.
The mustangs trembled, and acted as if they wished to turn and run.
"If only I could collar one of their mustangs, and get away on it," he thought.
We knew that they were mustangs—the wild horses of the Desert.
These mustangs are quite wild, and have no fixed feeding-ground.
Mules and mustangs, picketed on long trail-ropes, were clustered over it.
To the right and left sprang the Tagnos, leaving free the heads of the mustangs.
Conscientious to a degree, she did as she was bid and held the mustangs firmly.
The horses which made those crooked trails were not mustangs.
See, there are two mustangs without anything on their backs!