Long ago, when the West was being settled, a group of settlers where wandering in what is now Wyoming. They traveled for many days and soon reached the Rockies. Not finding any trail through it, they began to follow the mountians south. The season was turning cold and they had to find a place to settle soon. During an early snow storm, the group stumbled into a what seemed to be a small valley. The weather was fairly warm here and the group stayed here until the weather cleared up. Some of the younger travelers decided to wander farther into the valley, without letting any of their parents know. The valley was much bigger than they thought. It went on for miles and miles into the mountians but they couldn't follow it all the way through so they hurried back to tell their families.

They began exploring the valley. The land was choice here, the black dirt from the mountian sides had been washed down into the valley, creating a fertile topsoil. Most of the settlers began building homes, creating a town and a few farms around them. The rest that didn't settle down yet began to go farther into the valley. There, at the other end, were wild horses, a huge herd of them. The settlers went back and settled down with the others, having finally learned what was at the other end. Over the years they caught and trianed the horses, starting a community that's very blood was etched into horses.

Now, the wild horses are gone, either having left or were caught. Only the desendents of the settlers live inthe valley, all horse crazy and competitive like their forefathers. The space in the valley is still large and Perfection, the town, is still growing. People continuosly travel here and settle down, enjoying the friendly land. The valley is big but how long until it is filled? No one knows.. yet.