Prologue
This is a story of the wild west; people say it is told by the rider of the horse but has never been told from the heart of one.
My name is Spirit and this is a story of the Wild West and it starts with me.
I was born as a cute little challenge; my mother on the other hand was the leader after my father who died before I was born so I never met him but me. I was sort of a runaway colt.
My mother told me to stay close but I was being cheeky, I ran up to the top of the hill and it was winter; I had found some… well a lot of snow and there was so I slid down that hill with snow after I got down from the hill snow went all over my herd.
Well now I am all grown up and I am now the leader of my herd.
