Taste of The Wild: Life Through the Eyes of a Wild Mustang

Chapter 1

          The big tan enclosure crept closer. With every stride I took, the closer it came. The helicopter above me herded me closer to it. But I, Flint, knew better. Horses that went into that frightening tan enclosure almost never came back out.

          I tried to turn away, urging my tiger-striped legs to run faster. My coal gray coat with settled dapples and a black dorsal stripe as straight as a ruler gleamed in the sun, making it look more like a bleached gray, rather than coal gray. The light reflecting from the helicopter beamed on my big white blaze and rosy nose. 

          There was a horrible smell of leather, as two men on black horses came, cracking their whips on the ground. One of the horses was very energetic, and his rider had to pull on the metal piece in the horse's mouth. This caused the horse to open his jaw in pain. I didn't want to go near them, so I turned again, only to see the big tan holding pen. 

          So I bolted across it, only to see more men on horses. I turned upwards, only to meet the helicopter which was hovering a few yards above the ground. I slammed on the brakes and came so close to the helicopter, I could see the driver. His face wore the look of an ill-mannered person and wore a big scowl on his face.

          I was trapped. I wanted so badly to be free. To escape to my homeland. I couldn't give up. I was a free Pryor Mustang. Nothing could break me. So I decided to show them that. I reared up on my haunches, and let out the most ear-piercing scream. A few others answered me, encouraging me to stay positive and spirited. I let out a big buck. So big that I thought surely they would let me go. 

          Not so. They only crept closer. On second thought, the tan encloser didn't seem so bad. Before they could get any closer, I turned around and into the tan abyss. I looked over my shoulder to see the men who were on horses close the gate high-five each other. 

          Is this some kind of game?? I thought to myself. Or a sport?? Well, if it was, I was going to have none of it. I let out a neigh saying ''you won't get away with this!!! Not on my watch!!!'' I then lowered my head in defeat. I just wanted to be home. In the wild. With all my friends, living like there was no tomorrow. I wondered where my mother, and father were. Where my sister was, and where the mare that I liked went.

          I couldn't give in. Not now, not ever. I was, and still am wild!!! I had to figure out a way out of this. Somehow...