Traveler has a checkered past. He was gathered off the Piceance Creek range in western Colorado when he was less than 3 months old and too young to be separated from his mother. Mother and baby went in tandem to the Canon City prisoner facility to get vaccinated, tattooed with the required mustang ID, and prepped for adoption. He was gelded, separated from mom, and that is the end of his known history.
Fast foreword to Jim finding Traveler, age 8, in a poor condition. He had been kept in a small corral since his adoption and was lame and obese. The wild, young mustang had landed in unsupported conditions. Jim paid an extravagant amount for the dull-eyed, sluggish horse and brought him home.
Traveler was frightened. He had not stepped beyond his limited confines in 8 years. Afraid of shadows, clouds, trees, birds….he was a ghostly vestige of the young stallion that had been birthed in the wild. But with Jim, Traveler improved rapidly. His crippled feet were shortened and put into horseshoes. His muscles emerged bulging beneath a burnished copper hide from daily excursions with a man on his back. Despite the neglect, there was no mean or angry streak, but rather a gentle curiosity shone through his confusion.