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.
YOU ARE READING
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron(Little Creek Love Story)
FanfictionAfter Spirit came into the world when he was able to walk; him and his mother stumble upon a strange creature who was different from them. She grew up as a two leg and began on running wild with the herd. She begins her adventure alongside her brot...
