In the San Luis Valley of southern Colorado, the old ones will sometimes tell the story of a mustang who led all the others – one who could run even faster than the wind. He would gather the herd from the plains and lead them to where the sweetest grass and water were to be found. They tell of a blue mustang whose eyes glowed red – he could run so fast some said he could fly. A vision from that timeless legend now stands near the highway entrance to Jeppesen Terminal at DIA, calling all the wild horses from the lowlands to come and run to where the lush green meadows of the Rockies lovingly kiss the sky.