Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron 2 ~ The Story of Strider

Chapter 7 ~ Broken Twig

Chapter 7 ~ Broken Twig

I just woke up from my nightmare of Esperanza with another stallion, I was completely forgotten. The scariest part was the moment when a little filly was there between the two. 

I jump from my dream and look around; an apple was sitting upon the rail of the enclosure and just sat there. 

I looked around, nobody was there, and even the horses were pretty much asleep or grazing. I carefully walked up to it, not trusting it and snatched it from the rail quickly and walked across the enclosure again.

I ate the sweet apple and looked around to who could have left the treat there for me. A native boy sat and looked up at me. It was an older man, and a smaller one beside him, looking younger; like a colt. The elder stooped to the young man and pointed at me, speaking to him in their native tongue.

I pricked my ears to them as they walked up to the enclosure. I didn’t like the men here who captured me, but the young one looked so innocent, like he didn’t know any better. I slowly took a step towards the small male and lowered my head; it was about as tall as him, a small child.

The boy giggled and got into the enclosure, wrapping his arms around my muzzle and cooing to me. The elder looked nervous but saw I was no threat as I nickered to the small boy.

“Pretty horsey!” I understood.

I snorted and it caused him to laugh.

“Little Creek, get back here.” The elder, his father ordered.

“Bai-bai horsey!” The little one waves at me as I lift my head and he walks back to his dad.

I watch the two walk off and turn to see another native looking up at me. He was muscled and glared at me with hateful eyes. I snorted and pinned my ears sensing his hostility.

He walked up to me and the two horses I had talked to yesterday shrunk back and lowered their head, afraid of this man.

His hair was cut short and he had paint on his chest, he wore the usual attire the natives wore but a cape made of horse pelt was on his back. I snorted and reared up, trying to scare him. He didn’t even pause in his stride towards me.

He sat at one of the rails, studying me as I galloped around the round pen and tossed my head, eying him.

Soon he called over some other natives that winced when he called their names.

“Get this horse to one of the big pens, I shall ride this horse.” He said in a gruff, deep, and determined voice.

I rolled my eyes and snorted with laughter.

Ride me? I thought. You aren’t getting near me, Native.

But I knew later that day I’d be ridden like the other horses here, but this time I wouldn’t’ become tame like them.