Warhead

The 70 or so mustangs graze contentedly near the edge of a 200 foot canyon. The beautiful young photgrapher shifts position slightly as she hears the dull roar of an aircraft. It circles at 1000 feet for 3 or 4 minutes – and then dives with gut wrenching speed directly behind the mustangs. In sheer wide – eyed terror they stampede over the cliff edge to a bone – shattering death. The apparently motiveless genocide is recorded on film and begins a bizarre and bloody battle involving ruthless land developer who owns and controls everything that moves on this territory – until now !