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To be on the safe side, I asked one of our assistants to go to the trailer and bring back the set of hobbles that were on my saddle. We also brought Rocky and Dash over, the two other horses we had along with us, and had the wranglers hold them out of frame but, we hoped, close enough so Rusty could see them—over 50 yards away.

The director showed us where Rusty would need to be in order for them to get the shot. I put the hobbles on, took his halter off, then lay down on the ground about 10 feet from where Rusty was standing, close enough for him to know I was still with him, but low enough to the ground so I was obscured from the camera by the low-growing brush. They began rolling. Ten seconds went by, then twenty, then thirty, then a minute, two minutes, and three minutes. Rusty stood quietly the entire time. Finally, I heard the director yell, “Cut!”

They repositioned the camera for the second shot, which was to be half the distance from the original. This time, however, I would not be covered by brush if I lay on the ground near Rusty, and the hobbles he was wearing were also in plain sight of the camera. This meant that they would need to be removed, and the closest I could be to him was around 30 feet.