The Mustang doesn’t buck indie convention—it gives it a surge of new dramatic life

A man and a horse lay sprawled on the ground. Dust swirls around them. One has a knee in his back. A tranquilizer begins to flow through the veins of the other. The perpendicular world slows and bears down at once. It’s chaos above, but there in the dirt, the man is arrested by what he sees. The moment crystallizes,…

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