Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

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''Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron''

The story I want to tell you,

can not be found in a book.

They say the history of the West was

written from the saddle of a horse.

But it's never been told

from the heart of one.

Not until now.

I was born here.

In this place that would come

to be called the ''Old West''

But to my kind, the land was ageless.

It had no beginning and no end.

No boundary between earth and sky.

Like the wind in the Buffalo grass.

We belong here.

We will always belong here.

They say the mustang is the

spirit of the West.

Whether that West

was won or lost in the end

You have to decide for yourself.

But the story

I want to tell you is true.

I was there.

And I remember.

I remember the sun, and the sky

and the wind calling my name.

In the time when the wild

horses ran free.

And so I grew from colt to stallion

As wild and reckless

As thunder over the land.

Racing with the eagle.

Soaring with the wind.

Flying?

There were times I believed I could.

Like my father before me

I became leader of the Cimarron herd.

And with that honour

Came responsibility.

Something new came upon

the land one night.

Something that changed my life

forever...

And so my journey began.

A wiser horse might have turned

and ran.

But I wanted to know what

strange creature was here.

Look.

Man, look at that stallion,

it is beautiful.

Follow the horse! Let's go!

Look out!

Don't you get away!

I was scared.

I didn't know what was going

to happen to me.

At least my mother

and the herd were safe.

What seems to be the

problem, gentlemen?

We got this crazy one here, Sir.

Really?

The army has dealt with

wild horses before.

This one will be no different.

I remember the first time

I saw a rattler curled up in my path

-Induct this animal, Sargent.

-Yes Sir!

This one didn't look like a rattler.

But I was still thinking...

snake.

Grab him, grab him.

Okay Murphy, he's all yours.

He's a wild one.

We'll see how wild he is,

when I am done with him.

You want a fight, do you?

Right.

Make sure that's good tight.

Murphy, look out! Watch out!

Murphy, are you okay?

Corporal, round up some volunteers to

take this animal to the stables.

Not the stables. -Sir?

-The corral.

It's time to break that horse.

Sergent. -Yes Sir.

Tight this horse to the post.

No food or water. Three days.

Yes Sir.

My heart galloped through

the sky that night

Back to my herd.

Where I belonged.

And I wonder if they'd miss me

As much as I miss them.

We got a hostile!

Bring him there this way.

Well, what do we have here?

We caught him

by the supply wagon, Sir.

Ah, a Dakota.

Not as tall as the Cheyenne,

and fine featured as the Crow.

Take him away gentlemen,

show him our best.

Corporal, take him to the stock case.

Not the stock case. The post.

No food or water.

What are you looking at boy?

He was called Little Creak.

And he seemed different from the rest.

There were just no end to the

strange ways of the two legged.

With the Colonel permission, Sir.

Incoming patrol report hostiles

headed North.

The railroad has expressed concern, Sir.

They requested additional patrols.

How long has it been, Sergent?

Sir?

-The mustang.

How long has it been tide?

Three days, Sir.

Good.

Fetch my crop and spurs.

Take it easy!

Back up! Back up!

You see gentlemen,

any horse can be broken.

Move along mustang.

There are those in Washington who believe

the West will never be settled.

The northern pacific railroad

will never breach Nebraska.

A hostile Dakota will never

submit to providence.

And it is that manner of small thinking.

That would say this horse

could never be broken.

Discipline, time, and patience.

Are the three great levelers.

Sometimes a horse's gotta do,

what a horse's gotta do

And this was one of those times.

Get off me!

Soldier! Secure that horse!

I wasn't sure

what happened back there.

And I wasn't about to stop and ask.

All I knew was I was headed home.

I couldn't believe it.

One moment I was free,

and the next... more ropes.

I couldn't understand it.

She treated the scrawny two-legged

Like one of our kind.

Prancing around him

Like a love struck ear ring.

It was down right unnatural.

Great mustang, today I will ride you.

This ought to be good...

Mares.

Okay, Rain, lets see if you can teach

This mustang some manners.

Okay, I admit it

She was charming

In a stubborn, irritating kind of way.

So, I let her show me her world.

Bye-Bye horsey.

For the first time in my life,

I felt my heart torn two ways.

Give it back!

Mustang!

I had to hand to that boy.

He just wouldn't give up.

I'm never gonna ride you, am I?

And no one never should.

You can go.

It's okay, go.

Go on, get out of here.

Go home.

I knew this was hard for her,

and she was scared.

But more than anything,

I wanted to share my homeland with her

I laid beside her that night.

Hoping, praying that somehow

she would be okay.

There are a couple

of horses over there!

Leave her there.

She's not gonna make it.

Oh, Rain!

Easy, girl.

Easy.

It will be okay.

You saved my life.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Come on, it's gonna be okay.

It'll be alright.

I didn't know

why we were brought here.

What I did know

was we had to find a way to escape,

and get back home.

Well, that is it, we're rolling

the steam over the mountain.

We got six days to connect to Utah.

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