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(dramatic music)

(storm blowing)

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(lightning)

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(lightning)

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(horse hooves clopping) (water splashing)

(storm blowing)

- Mrs Mitchell, are you there?

(storm blowing)

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(horse neighing)

- Jock.

- Yeah.

- Is everything all right?

- You had a break in the fence down the track a bit,

and me and Egan stuck a few branches in it.

Should hold it for a while.

We were worried you wouldn't find the break,

what with Tom being away and that.

You could have lost quite a few cattle.

What we did should hold it I reckon,

at least till tomorrow anyway.

- Would you like to come in?

- No, thanks anyway.

Best be gettin' ourselves home, I reckon.

If you need us at all you call alright.

- Okay Jock.

- Gotta go in, go in.

(dramatic music)

(storm blowing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(storm blowing)

(door bangs)

(water splashing)

(lightning strikes) (Indi yelling)

(figurine breaking)

- Indi,

Indi!

Are you all right?

I heard you screaming.

Oh

your favourite.

Oh dear.

- I feel so stupid.

It was just the blind.

It's a weird storm mum.

- Yes, yes it is.

There's definitely something in the air.

- That lightning nearly hit the house.

- Well thank heavens it didn't.

You know what they say about lightning

never striking the same way.

(both screaming)

(both chuckling)

I don't think I've been this frightened

by a storm in a long time.

- But you know there is something different about this one.

I can sort of feel it too.

- I'll tell you what,

why don't you hop back into bed

and I'll read my book up here and keep you company, okay?

- Okay. (chuckling)

(storm blowing)

What did the men want?

- Oh, on their way back from the high country,

they saw we had a fence down.

Some of the cattle were getting through,

so they patched it up for us.

They were just letting me know.

I think maybe we should go down

to the bottom paddock in the morning

and see what the storm damage has done alright?

- The wind is so loud.

What's the matter mum?

- I don't know,

there's something else,

something different.

- Like what?

- Well maybe Thowra's out there tonight,

he'd be in his element.

- Who's Thowra?

- He's a great silver brumby

named for the wild wind that blew the night

that he was born.

I'm sure it's him.

- Well, I can't hear him.

- Well close your eyes.

Go on.

That's better.

Now shut out all other sounds

and concentrate,

concentrate on the wind.

Listen

not for the sound of the wind,

but for what you hear on the wind.

Listen closely.

There's been talk about Thowra for a long time now.

Some say he lives.

Some say he never existed.

Some say he's a ghost.

But always there are tales of the mighty wild stallion.

The great palomino Brumby,

the King of all the Cascade brumbies.

Can you hear him?

- I'm not sure.

- Listen carefully,

you'll hear him.

It was on a night very like this, not so very long ago.

- It was one of the wildest spring nights

that there has ever been.

No possums stirred,

no wombats left their holes.

Only a few kangaroos, their last shelter destroyed,

were braving the fury of the storm

and Belbel, a wild mountain brumby, beautiful and wise,

who was preparing to give birth to a foal.

There was something mysterious and exciting in the wind.

Something important was about to happen.

Thowra she named him, for Thowra means wind.

She named him for the wild wind in which he was born.

He was a creamy,

much lighter than his mother,

and as he grew to be a stallion

his mane and tail would glisten silver in the moonlight.

BelBel knew he would be a prize indeed

and hunted all his life,

hunted for his silvery mane and tail

and his striking cream coat.

(storm blowing)

By morning the storm had blown itself out,

and in the calm light of dawn,

BelBel emerged from her shelter

to coax her young creamy foal

into the vastness of his new world.

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The creamy, with the silver mane and tail,

Thowra would not be able to hide

in the grey green of the bush like the other brumbies,

he would have to rely on his speed and cunning

and all the knowledge and wisdom that BelBel,

his mother could pass on to him.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(water flowing)

(birds chirping)

(clock ticking)

(typewriter clattering)

- You're up early!

- Haven't been to bed.

- Oh, mum!

- Well when else do I have a chance to write around here?

- Another book? - Yeah.

- About the high country?

- Well sort of,

it's about a silver brumby.

(kissing) Would like to read some?

- Yeah.

- All right,

here, try these.

- Okay.

- I suppose I should have a wash

and get ready for the day.

You know what I'd really like

is a cup of hot, strong coffee,

any chance?

Indi?

- What?

I'm sorry mum, sure.

- Thanks.

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- As the months quickly passed

and the last snows had melted from the mountain peaks,

BelBel taught Thowra the skills he would need to survive.

She passed on all the knowledge of the high country

that she had learnt over many years,

its moods, its joys, its dangers.

It wasn't long before Thowra encountered

the biggest danger such a beautiful brumby would face,

man!

(horse hooves clopping)

(Cow mooing)

- What do you reckon Coolie?

How are we gonna get this bloke out mate?

Are you gonna do it?

No,

I'm gonna do it.

(calf mooing)

Whoa, whoa, come here, come here.

Come on mate that's it, calm down.

Get over there, get over there,

(murmurs) check your legs.

Yeah you're all right, get up, go on see your mum,

stand up come on, (cow mooing)

go on see your mum. (calf mooing)

(cows mooing)

(water flowing)

(dog panting)

(water splashing)

Shhhhh, whoa.

Whoa there mate,

easy,

easy now mate,

easy

come on, come on.

(horse neighing)

come on,

come on.

(horse neighing)

come on. (horse neighing)

Hey get out now. (horses neighing)

(man yelling) (horse neighing)

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(birds squawking)

- Thanks to BelBel,

Thowra escaped from his first encounter with man,

but it certainly wasn't to be his last.

Thowra didn't realise that he'd become a challenge, a prize,

to be pursued and attained at all costs.

Belbel could tell Thowra would be a mighty stallion one day,

proud and independent like her,

running with the herd only when it suited him,

but he must learn to survive on his own.

For she could not always be by his side when danger arose.

When they were alone, BelBel taught him how to hide,

how to travel in the beds of streams

leaving no sign nor scent of his going.

She taught him how to recognise the scent of wombat,

and the scent of kangaroo

and of all the other bush creatures.

(horse neighing)

And eventually she taught him to recognise the scent of man,

of his dog

and the smell of smoke from his fire.

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

It wasn't long before Thowra decided

to put his new knowledge into practise.

He began to track some strange horses.

He kept well hidden as he followed the hoof marks

towards the grazing grounds of a fierce, grey stallion

known as The Brolga.

(horse neighing)

Because he'd always been by her side,

BelBel had not yet taught Thowra

the danger of trespassing onto the territory

of another herd, especially not that of The Brolga.

The Brolga would never be as fast as the wind,

nor would he be as graceful a dancer as the bird

for whom he was named,

but he was already showing signs of what he would be,

an ugly determined fighter,

never resting till he got what he wanted.

(horses neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

BelBel led Thowra back to the territory of their own herd

and the protection of the mighty stallion Yarraman.

(horse neighing)

Yarraman was the finest, strongest stallion

of all the herds of the high country,

he was the King of the Cascade brumbies,

and now, just when he was needed,

he was here to protect his handsome, but still foolish, son

and his favourite mare.

(horses neighing)

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(horse neighing)

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(horse hooves clopping)

(horse neighing)

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- When you've lived around here a long time,

you get to know the bush.

It speaks to you, through the wind.

And if you listen, really listen,

and look, so carefully, don't miss a thing,

the bush will tell you its stories.

Think of how BelBel taught Thowra.

- They're animals, they have different senses.

- Well maybe we have the same senses,

we just don't use them as often.

If you use them,

then you'll understand what the wind is saying

and what the birds are telling you.

If you wanna know the secrets of the bush,

you have to wanna feel part of it.

So use your hands,

touch the smooth bark of a snowgum,

and gradually you'll feel the magic.

- Is it really magic?

- Well it's understanding.

That's what true magic is.

The Aborigines have known it for thousands of years.

They believe the earth is their mother.

It's not a bad philosophy I think.

Stay open and you'll read the signs.

In the direction of the wind, in the shape of the clouds,

the tracks of the animals.

But it's no good unless you feel at one with the bush.

You know how you can read a book, and yet not understand it,

it's the same with the bush.

Something's wrong.

- What is it mum?

- Oh dear,

you're hurt aren't you?

- How did you know?

- Your poor leg, shh.

I think maybe we should take him home

and see what we can do for him.

Come here now.

He's a good,

good, good oh.

- Yeah.

- Oh there,

we'll look after you.

(typewriter clattering)

- [Elyne Voiceover ] Every summer,

men returned to the high country.

Every summer they came with

their wide-horned red and white cattle,

their dogs and their pack horses.

To man the high country was a pasture, a summer home,

a relief from the heat of the plains;

it was a place of beauty, and a source of income.

To most of the bush creatures, the wallabies, wombats,

possums and kangaroos, man was a nuisance, an intruder.

But to the wild brumbies the arrival of man

meant the arrival of danger.

- This is better isn't it mate?

(horse neighing)

You hear that?

You hear that Echo?

Sounds like we've got a visitor.

(water splashing) (dramatic music)

Where's the little creamy Coolie?

(horses neighing)

(men yelling)

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(horse hooves clopping)

- (men yelling)

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- (men yelling)

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

(dramatic music)

(men yelling)

- How many did we get Murray?

- About 20.

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

- This should be Cody's lot, drop the rails.

Packer, get them out of the way.

Come on, come on.

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(men shouting)

Don't lose the creamies.

(men yelling)

Murray, open the gate, drop the rails.

(horse hooves clopping)

(car engine running)

- It's a postcard from Melbourne from Dad, Harry and Honour.

And a parcel and some bills.

- Oh, good sorry.

- Honour says she's missing home and me of course.

- Reminds me of someone else who might be missing his home.

- Oh, he's not ready yet, it's too soon.

- How many other kangaroos do you know

who are wrapped up in blankets all day and bottle fed?

- But he needs looking after.

- You're gonna have to let go Indi.

He's never gonna survive

in the bush on his own if you don't.

So why don't we make a start now,

let's stick him in the back all right--

- But he'll get bumped about and hurt all over again.

- Indi, he's not gonna survive a winter in the bush

if he's used to blankets.

- But mum-- - Just do it, Indi.

He'll be fine in the back in his pouch, come on.

(door bangs)

(door bangs)

- Can I drive?

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- Winter was bad that year,

icy cold and constant snow.

Pools frozen solid and winter pastures hidden cruelly

beneath the ghostly white blanket.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(horses neighing)

(horse neighing)

It was cold,

so very cold.

Even with the thick winter coats the horses had all grown.

Winter was the only time the brumbies were safe from man.

But their new enemies were the elements

and the cruel face of nature.

Winter called on all their knowledge of the bush

and all their instincts for survival.

BelBel knew which were the good shrubs to eat

and showed Thowra where to find them.

Neither BelBel nor Thowra suffered too badly that winter.

Others did.

(horses neighing)

The severity of the winter troubled Yarraman.

Even his secret winter pastures were covered with snow

which forced him to make a difficult choice.

If he kept his herd safe in the high country,

they would starve.

If he led them down lower to find feed near the snowline,

they'd be dangerously close to man.

And wherever they went, other stallions, equally desperate,

would stand their ground to protect their territory.

For the wild brumbies

this was the reality of winter survival.

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

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(horses neighing)

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(horses neighing)

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(horses neighing)

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(horses neighing)

(horses hooves clopping)

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(horses hooves clopping)

(metal banging)

- I thought you were supposed to be helping?

- I am.

- He's gonna be about ready to go back to the bush soon.

- Mum.

- We've been through this, Indi.

We've interfered with nature enough.

Time to let him go back where he belongs

and take his chances with all the other animals.

- Hello Indi.

Oh, g'day Mrs. Mitchell.

Startin' a zoo?

- Not if I can help it.

How're things, Jock?

- Not too bad, rounded up some good brumbies the other day.

- Oh.

- Got some real beauties.

Gonna start breaking them in tomorrow.

Is Mr. Mitchell around?

- No, Tom's still in Melbourne,

he'll be back at the end of the week.

- Fair enough.

Just thought he might've been interested

in a couple of the brumbies.

- I'll let him know when he gets back.

- I'll be getting rid of most of them

at the stock sale at the end of next week,

but if he wants to come over before hand

he can go through the herd and pick out the best.

- That's very kind of you Jock.

- No worries.

Well,

I'd best be off.

You can come and watch me breakin' 'em in

if you like, Indi.

- Thanks, Jock.

- See you.

- That was very rude, not answering Jock.

- Thought you didn't like him.

- Well not a lot, he's a good neighbour.

No skin off my nose to be pleasant.

- Jock's got a black horse.

- Yes, I guess he has got a black horse.

- Just like The Man in the story.

- Still, no need to be rude,

a lot of people have black horses.

- I've read all you've written.

- Have you?

- What happens next?

- Oh, I don't know, have to wait till I've written it,

let's finish the car first, okay?

- Oh mum.

- Come on.

(horses neighing)

- Come on.

Okay, okay, get of it. - I got it.

(horse neighing)

- Just come here, come here you look beautiful.

(horse neighing)

(man shouting) - Hold it, hold it.

- Hey.

- Hey come on hold on. (horse neighing)

hold it now.

(horse neighing)

Hey. (horse neighing)

Get it.

(horse neighing) What about (mumbles)

(horse neighing)

- Watching.

(Jock yelling) (horse neighing)

- Give me it guys.

- Get out, out!

You (shouting)

(horse neighing)

(Jock yelling)

(horse neighing)

(Jock yelling)

(horse hooves clopping)

- What's the matter?

- It's just so cruel.

- The horse breaking?

- Yes.

- Oh, I'm not sure if Jock's way is the only way.

- But how can they do it mum?

Be so mean to such a beautiful horse.

- Come here.

Let's go sit down, okay?

You're the one who insisted on going remember.

- But, I had to see, I had to find out.

- Yeah, now you know.

I did warn you you mightn't like it.

- It was like he wasn't the same horse any more.

- One of the hardest things to learn about life

is learning not to make too many judgments.

Jock wants to tame the brumby and sell him.

The brumby wants to go free.

I don't like what Jock does either,

it's how he earns his living, I can't deny him that.

- He could make money some other way.

- Well some people would say

he is doing the region a favour.

The brumbies can cause an awful lot of damage.

- It's not a reason to be cruel.

- No,

(kisses) no it isn't.

(dramatic music)

- With the passing of two winters,

Thowra had grown from a gangly colt

to one of the finest young stallions

ever seen in the high country.

He had learnt well the ways of the bush

and strutted his independence with confidence and daring.

His glistening coat and flowing silver mane

set him apart from all the other brumbies.

Wise BelBel's prediction had come true,

he was a prize indeed.

And wherever Thowra went soon after The Man would appear.

Always on his black horse.

Always his whip and dog.

Always seeking Thowra,

Determined,

persistent.

But Thowra, revelling in the joy and vigour of life

thought he was too smart for The Man

and loved to lead him a merry dance through the snowgums,

on and on half glimpsed through the dappled light

but always a step or a jump ahead of the black horse.

(horse neighing) (water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

The passing of time also heralded The Brolga's growth

to full maturity,

and in the glory of a new spring he declared his challenge

to the mighty Yarraman's supremacy.

(horses neighing)

(birds squawking)

(horses neighing)

(birds squawking)

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

They fought on and on,

and as the darkness raced

from the shadows of the setting sun,

it took with it the strength of the older Yarraman,

lord of the Cascade brumbies.

As Thowra looked on,

he knew this would be his proud father's final battle.

The Brolga was at his peak

and his stamina could not be matched.

Thowra also knew that one day

the mountains would ring loud with his cries

and the earth would carry his blood

as he fought to win back a kingdom.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(horse neighing)

(breathing heavily)

It was quite usual for one stallion to defeat another.

Defeat yes,

but not kill.

But Yarraman was too great a horse to simply be defeated,

so The Brolga had left him to die

(horse neighing)

After the death of Yarraman, The Brolga inherited his herd,

including the wise mare BelBel.

Thowra was now truly alone,

but the spirit of the wind

and the rugged mountains embraced him

as if he were a son of the high country itself.

Soon he had a herd of his own to protect and defend.

A handful of fillies and mares he had fought for and won

from other young stallions who roamed the bush.

And soon he would long for another,

one who would tempt him through the cunning of man.

(Thowra neighing)

- 81 pound, 81 pound two,

82 pound a worthy horse, 82 pound done, meet over there

82 pound done, all done at 82,

all done is Mr. Jeff Phillips, 82 pounds.

Right the pack mule into the ring next,

righto there for the pack mule is worth 40 or 50 pounds,

40 or 50, I'm bid 10 pounds, thank you for 10 pound bid,

and a bid 15, 15 pound, 20 right over there.

20 pound bid, 22 pound, 22 pound of money,

three, 23 pound, four, 24 pound,

24 pound, done, all done at 24 pound.

Here's the bid, 24 pound, done all done.

(men chattering and laughing)

Right the next horse in the ring is the palomino filly.

There we are, 14 hands, a magnificent filly.

Look at the colour and fineness of breeding.

Owned and bred by Tugger McMahon of Corryong.

Right as she moves around the ring,

she's worth 100 pounds, 150 pound, 50 pound,

60, 60 pound bid, 70, 70 pound bid.

Bid 70, 80, 80 pounds, 80 going to 90, 90 pounds of money,

90 bid, 90 pound bidding, 90 pounds going up to 100.

100 bid, 100 pound bid, I'm bid 100 pound

going once, twice, third and last call at 100 pounds money,

100 bidding any more for a finely bred filly.

- 200.

- 200 pound?

With 200 pound bidding.

200, 200 pound of money.

(dramatic music)

- Steady (murmuring)

Trot up come, trot up.

(dramatic music)

Trot up come, trot up.

Come on,

trot up come,

come on, steady, steady,

come on, steady you're good.

(horse neighing)

(dog barking)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(dog barking)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

- The sight of the golden filly

haunted Thowra.

Her beauty and grace fascinated him.

He knew he wanted her,

but he also knew she belonged to The Man.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

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(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

- I'll get you now,

I swear I will.

(horse neighing)

- Golden, Golden.

He's seen you

and he likes you

and he'll be back.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(man yelling)

(horse neighing) (dramatic music)

No!

(dramatic music)

No!

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(birds chirping)

(door opening)

- As the cold nights and the first frosts

marked the ending of summer

the men began to muster their cattle,

and with them went the immediate danger.

And with them went more stories

about the mystical silver brumby

and more tales of his deeds and his daring.

(dramatic music)

The Man went too

without his precious Golden.

But Thowra knew he'd be back to get her,

especially now she was in foal to him.

Unlike the other brumbies,

Golden was not used to the harsh conditions

of winter in the high country.

Especially for her sake, Thowra kept his small herd moving

in search of better pastures.

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(Elyne and Indi chatter)

- This is where we come,

to go home.

So out you go,

okay,

out you hop, there we go, off you go.

- He wants to go.

- Go on!

- Scat go, shoo, shoo!

- See what I mean.

He's too used to us and the comforts of home,

it's all that coddling.

- Oh, yes, mum!

- Go on.

- What'll we do?

He's still here,

- I don't know. - Shoo, go on.

- Off you go.

Good, look.

He'll be all right now, quick, okay.

- When the good weather returned

no one realised that Golden,

having been with men all her life till Thowra captured her,

was lacking in the instinct

to take the stirrings of her unborn foal calmly.

At the last moment Golden left the herd

to seek the comfort and protection of her old master.

- Monday is washing day is every doggy happy.

Nice and clean now, I might even let you back in the hut.

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

Golden, Golden, Golden,

Golden,

Golden,

Golden, Golden, where did you go?

Where did you go?

Golden,

easy,

easy.

(chuckling)

Golden look at you, eh?

(horse neighing)

(laughing) She came back to me silver horse.

(laughing) (dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

Easy, easy, easy.

Easy, just relax.

Easy.

(horse neighing)

So you've decided to turn up as well.

Hey,

good girl, good girl, that's it,

that's it,

easy now.

(horse neighing)

Just ignore him.

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

I've got your daughter now, silver devil.

(dramatic music)

Let's just go and have a look around,

ever get the feeling you're being watched Echo?

(horse neighing)

Come on Echo, come on!

(horse hooves clopping)

Hah, hah!

- Thowra, deliberately just keeping ahead,

led The Man a long way,

often letting him almost catch up,

so that The Man thought he was gaining ground.

But Thowra knew what he was doing

and never let The Man have a chance of getting too close.

- I'll teach you to play with me horse.

Hah hah!

(horse hooves clopping) (dog barking)

(dramatic music)

Hah!

Hah!

(dramatic music)

- As Thowra led the Man

further and further away from the hut,

even the elements combined to thwart the Man's pursuit.

As the light began to fade and the clouds gathered,

the wind as if summoned to his assistance

carried across the high country

the enveloping mist and rain.

(thunder)

This was what Thowra wanted.

Disappearing like a ghost into the mist and rain.

(thunder and rain)

The Man did not at first realise he had lost Thowra

and was almost lost himself.

He also failed to understand how the gathering storm

had been summoned by Thowra, the wild horse,

named for the wind that blew across the high plains.

- Golden,

home Echo, home.

(horses neighing)

(lightening strikes)

(man yelling)

I'll get you!

I swear I will get you!

Noooooo! (groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Thowra kept a careful watch over Golden

and the foal that summer,

and as winter approached he felt confident

the threat of man had passed.

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

After searching fruitlessly for Golden and her creamy foal,

The Man had left the mountains.

His hut stood silent and empty in the morning sunlight,

no smoke from the chimney, no barking of dogs.

Thowra knew he would not return until spring.

But Thowra and his herd

were not to be left in peace for long.

The Brolga seized the opportunity to increase his own herd

by stealing Thowra's mares.

(dramatic music)

But Thowra sensed the danger and hurried back.

(horses neighing)

(horse hooves clopping)

(horses neighing)

The Brolga was forced to return

to his own grounds empty handed,

but Thowra knew it was now time for the son of Yarraman

to claim his rightful place as King of the Cascade Brumbies.

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

It would not be a fight to the death

for both were magnificent stallions

in the prime of their lives.

It would be a fight for supremacy,

a fight to stay on in the Cascades as King,

or leave as the vanquished never to return.

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

And it was The Brolga who bowed to the youth

and grace of Thowra,

relinquishing his place

to the younger son of brave Yarraman.

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

- I knew he could beat The Brolga mum,

now Thowra's the King.

King of all the Cascade brumbies.

It's a fantastic story mum.

Can I take it to school with me when I go back?

Sarah and Jean will just love it.

- What makes you think it's finished?

Do you think The Man thinks it's finished?

- No one can beat Thowra now, mum.

(door bangs)

- I've been waiting for you Darcy.

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

- Seen any brumbies Miss Mitchell?

- So it's true isn't it?

Thowra really does exist?

And now The Man has Darcy helping him

and Dad has always said that Darcy is the best rider

and tracker in the whole of the high country.

They're gonna catch him, aren't they?

- We'll

I don't know,

we're just gonna have to pray that

Thowra is smarter and more cunning than even we think he is.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

- He will have to hide Golden and the foal

somewhere safe, where they won't find them.

Away from the rest of the herd who are too easy to track,

especially with Darcy.

And he'll have to use all his cunning

to make sure the men don't get too close.

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

- Come on, get him, hah!

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(horse neighing)

- Egan! (horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(dog barking)

(horse hooves clopping)

(man yelling)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

- Darcy said he gave them a proper run for their money.

Looked like they'd been dragged to hell and back

when they got back to my place.

But what an ending, eh?

Darcy said it was unbelievable.

This ghost of a horse just heads for the cliff

and takes off into space,

rather be dead than be captured.

- There's no way that maybe--

- No, no hope, nowhere to land except the bottom.

(door bangs)

- I'm sorry.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(Elyne chuckling)

(dramatic music)

- For years to come, men around campfires,

women at country shows, children in schools

will tell stories of a great silver brumby

seen galloping on wind-packed snow;

of a ghost horse drinking at the Crackenback River;

of a horse that everyone thought was dead

appearing in a blizzard at Dead Horse Gap

and vanishing again;

of the wild stallion cry that could only be Thowra's.

But no human really knows where the son of BelBel roams.

Thowra,

the greatest brumby of them all!

♪ You live by the moon ♪

♪ And the stars in the night ♪

♪ A ghost in a storm ♪

♪ The wind ♪

♪ And the rain ♪

♪ And the clouds ♪

♪ And the trees ♪

♪ Are singing your song ♪

♪ You are the Son of the Wind ♪

♪ Lover of freedom ♪

♪ They hunt ♪

♪ And they chase ♪

♪ And they seek till they're done ♪

♪ Your soul can't be won ♪

♪ You are the Son of the Wind ♪

♪ Lover of freedom ♪

♪ The wind ♪

♪ And the rain ♪

♪ And the clouds ♪

♪ And the trees ♪

♪ Are singing your song ♪

♪ The wind and the rain ♪

♪ The clouds and the trees ♪

♪ Are singing your song ♪