So what? Why the mystique? Why the fascination with a people who raised their children on horseback and were capable of shooting birds out of the sky with their powerful, recurve bows? Honestly . . . I don’t rightly know. I just know that I can’t pass by a Scythian mention anywhere without reading, watching, or otherwise wallowing in their incredible story.

Maybe it’s the freedom that grabs me. The concept of endlessly traversing wild and untamed lands, needing little more to survive than grass for your horse and a bow with which to hunt. No fences, no boundaries of any type to pen you in. No roads or railroad tracks, limiting the direction and range of travel. No laws, really, other than those traditions passed down from father to son, mother to daughter, for hundreds of years.