Running Bear looked over his son's shoulder, he wasn't as up to date on technology as the young man was, but he couldn't see how E-Mailing someone would stop Carter from rounding up Mustangs and selling them to glue and dog food factories in Mexico. He had a feeling that the Mexicans weren't actually turning them into glue and dog food due to the value of horses and the more stringent health codes of the day, but still it was the principle of the thing.
Dear PETA...his son typed.
That was the first of many E-mails