Mark’s men’s-only survival camp came to a pathetic end by diluting itself down to a simple weekend fishing event. Even that fell apart when Mark finally got The Call. Bill Ellis was determined to get Mark on board with an assignment involving rampaging wild horses in, or around, Salt Lake City. Ellis’s comment about them being considered an invasive species (like the zebra mussel) sent Mark into a near-catatonic state. It seems Mark was under the impression that the wild horses were a native species in our country and had a symbolic patriotic value equal to the Bald Eagle. So Bill’s statement just did not compute. Let it be known that Mark reacted to this situation in a way that we probably have not seen since his assignment to investigate his own father’s shady business dealings.
It turns out that—in the real world—wild horses (aka mustangs) have a complex background that involves genetics, ranchers, animals rights activists, land activists, and governments at the local and federal level. None of what I wrote in this paragraph has yet to be brought up in the strip, but seems to underlie the direction of the drama. Let’s hope Rivera presents a fair summation of … oh, who am I kidding!? This is Mark Trail! Whatever Mark decides to do will be considered fair and just. It’s the way things are in the Trailverse. So hang on, buckaroos!

Here is Mark Trail once again making me look flat by apparently contradicting himself. No wonder he was in shock just the other day! Mark knew all along what the story was; or at least, one version of it. Does this knock the stuffing out of the daily’s continuity? Well, you know, we Americans of non-native stock are also an invasive species to this continent; we just tend to forget that from time to time.



