 Listen closely and you might hear the voices of horses past, echoing down through the years. Left behind, on a mountainside in Colorado, are these remnants of a once-working ranch. The old barns still stand, as if waiting for their lofts to be filled with hay for the upcoming winter. But the corrals are empty; only the spirits of the beautiful animals who once lived and worked here remain. And the cowboys who tended the horses, perhaps their spirits also still wander here. 
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