Just A Pinch Of Spirit

Gone wrong

Spirit's neighs were the only audible things in the excruciating silence of Andalusia, and a few birds flew up when a louder, choked, hoarse neighing choed in the air.

The horses were now looking intently at the buckskin, who was squirming as if he had never struggled since he had arrived there.

the bulls also looked at the scene with eyes wide open and full of anticipation, Bones persistently pawed at the groung, almost nervous in having to attend the tame to which El Primero would have submitted that stallion, in the most brutal way possible.

Ferdinand shuddered at every neigh, and they did nothing but grow in intensity and the bull was amazed that Spirit hadn't yet lost his voice yet.

"He'll lose his strength before he starts, if he goes on like this," said Ferdinand. Lupe looked at him, almost discouraged "you talk as if he has any hope of making it"

Ferdinand was frustrated by the answer and looked at the stallion, who was snorting from his nostrils, exhausted.

It was evidently that he was trying not to show either Moreno or El Primero to be weakening ... but now he was beginning to give in to fatigue.

the mustang kept his head down, gasping.
Moreno and El Primero had agreed that the matador would try to mount it first, and everyone understood that this was not the best choice.
it was evident that the strong character of the matador would have severely clashed with that of Spirit ... it would have been a clash between titans, of such enormous dimensions that Ferdinand did not even dare to imagine what could have happened.
the moment arrived and the tension was now skyrocketing. the air was so thick that anyone could safely cut it with a knife.
Moreno let El Primero enter, who got himself on Spirit's back.
"It's not fair," Ferdinand murmured, watching the scene "Spirit would have bit his hand off... they tied him up! It's an improper game!"

Valiente turned to him "you don't even know him, why are you defending him?" he growled and then turned to the scene.

Ferdinand was displaced by that question, and at the same time frustrated. Why did everyone seem to want to decide what was to be Spirit's destiny?

minutes of silence followed the moment El Primero pulled himself up onto the stallion.

Moreno opened the bull pen and Spirit darted out, to everyone's surprise and dismay.

Moreno paled and tried to distract the stallion to make him calm, while Spirit kicked with his hind legs, running and rearing as El Primero tried in every way not to fall.

El Primero finally fell to the ground and hurried himself over the fence when the angry Mustang charged him. The matador flung himself over the protective barrier and rolled to the ground.
Spirit nodded against him.
Ferdinand jumped at the scene and heard Bones giggle beside him.
El Primero got up, furious "maldito seas, puto roncín" he said through clenched teeth.
Moreno rushed to him as El Primero settled, glaring at the horse.
Spirit snorted at him "it'll serve as a lesson!" he said, but of course what El Primero understood was a whimper full of rage.
The man shifted brutally from Moreno's hand and looked at him "Just to be clear, that horse must be tamed." he said coldly, and then walked into the house.
Moreno sighed and looked at the stallion.

Then he had an idea.