Here small sage and other scrub brushes grow along a dirt road. Cars pass through here sometimes, with nasty upright walking things riding inside. This things throw trash on the ground, sticks at the horses, and cause general mayhem. The bands that don't join into one of the western herds must live here, and endure this life so close to the road. For the most part, there is peace, but there is always that lurking chance that a horse may be hit by one of these monsters.
