In 1971, our country made a promise. Congress set aside 50 million acres of public land, declaring the range reserved principally for wild horses. Since that day, mustang habitat has shrunk by half. The horizon has retreated. 

Against the odds, majestic herds still run free in the Red Desert of Wyoming.

? but the helicopters are coming.

In a matter of days, hundreds of mustangs in Green Mountain and Stewart Creek will run for their lives, terrified, until they?re trapped. Bonded families will find themselves separated, spirits broken in an instant. The horses' fate will include livestock trailers, endless days in holding pens, and the uncertainty of a system marked by an ominous phrase: "three strikes, you?re out.?

They didn't ask for this, and they don't deserve it.

Congress made a promise, half a century ago. This isn't just empty land. It's their home and their inheritance. Wear this reminder close to your heart. Stand up and help us speak the truth: Their range. Their right.