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Federal agents on horseback with a white steed in the middle trotted through a soccer field.

Perhaps the canvas’ most beautiful feature is the rich skin of black acrylic paint within which he and his steed, both rendered in soft veils of thin gouache, are embedded.

A campaign video of him cantering through fields on a white steed also helps.

“Doesn’t matter—but, wow, a Mongol gunner? Like the ones they use against cavalry? Against Rostam, my steed? Wait. Doesn’t matter. Also, by the way, we’ve been asked to leave.”

The gentlemen, booted and spurred, on stamping steeds.