Just A Pinch Of Spirit

Learning some manners

The night before had passed, after being agitated and full of anger, frustration and all the worst types of negative emotions. The bulls were disappointed with the failure with El Primero, angry with Ferdinand and others sad for Guapo.
Bones was the most inconsolable, he couldn't stop thinking about the horrible and unjust end to which his best friend had gone unconsciously.
The anguish of Bones, the kindness with which Ferdinand had consoled him and the glacial indifference of the other bulls came into conflict and formed a disarming atmosphere that  awoke like a cloud laden with rain.

And the situation in the horse stables wasn't better.
Spirit wasn't shaken, not exactly. And even if he hadn't been on one hundred percent, the cruel comments of those exhibitionist ponies were ostentatious to do wouldn't have improved his state of mind.

Spirit kept his head on the straw with his eyes turned down when the first comment reached his ears.
"In all honesty," said Hans, "that bull has done a well-deserved end."
Greta nodded "not everyone is destined to shine, after all"
Spirit raised his head at those words. How could they even think of such malice?
Klaus chuckled "by this time he will already be a foul-smelling mush"
"a mash of bull!"

all three laughed. The stallion felt his anger inflame his chest in the darkness of his box. He refused to listen to such disrespectful rubbish, especially if they concerned someone who was gone.

He tried to think of something else, but those voices echoed in his head, hammering hard into his ears and accelerating the beating of his heart with rage.

"Do you know what else would be interesting?" Hans asked when Spirit slowly got up "a Mustang mush!"
none of the three had time to laugh, because Spirit's nerves were quicker to burst like a loose mine.

The stallion flung himself out of his stall with a feline shot and hit Hans violently using his neck as a weapon. Hans crashed into a wall because of the impact; Spirit had lived in the wilderness, he had grown up learning to train his strength and muscles well. Hans was softened by comparison.
Before Hans tried to break free, Spirit stopped him.

Hans's eyes were the size of two plates as they watched the bigger stallion in terror.
"repeat it in my face if you have the courage, lurid rattlesnake," growled Spirit. Hans stared at him "what will you do now?" he asked mockingly, "will you kill me?"
"I'm just sending you back to hell, where you came from with your glittery mane"
The two were now face to face. One could well understand what was about to happen
"you are a savage"
"thanks for the compliment"

Klaus, Greta and Rain looked at the scene anxiously
"You are a savage, and you will remain so forever, and then you will be alone." Hans growled.
At those words, Spirit's wild eyes of rage seemed to soften, inundated with some thought, but not too much. He let Hans go and walked away to the stable exit. But before he stopped and gave Hans a last angry look, "karma exists, don't underestimate it."

Then he galloped out, slamming the door of the stables with a contemptuous kick. He moved away to the farthest part of the enclosure.
Disgust, frustration and a dull rage made him feel as though his heart was about to burst. Spirit stared at the horizon for a few moments, then let out a scream of rage that echoed in the night causing the birds to shake on the trees.

he hated this place, he hated the humans who had captured him, he hated everything and everyone and now more than ever the desire to jump over those bars was so strong that Spirit could feel his hooves quiver. But there was something that held him back.

He didn't know what, but there was something.
in the grip of a blind fury, he started rearing and began bucking and tearing grass with a sharp blow of the jaws and then hurling them away and shouting nonsense, but full of anger and hatred.
In all this he hadn't noticed that Rain had reached him and was staring at him. When the mustang noticed it, he stopped. His hips were heaving in and out with his quick breath, his mane fell on his eyes.
He and she stared for an indefinite amount of time, then Rain spoke "you really need to learn to control your anger"

it was evident that Moreno must have had the same idea, because the next morning he ordered two of his employees to tie Spirit and Rain together. Moreno had noticed how much that stallion began to be milder when the pinto mare was nearby, so the man had thought that the only way to tame a stubborn horse is to use a nice mare.
So he told Hernan and Victorio to tie the two horses together and tighten the knots well. He wouldn't do it himself because he had a reputation to defend, and because he was a business man; certainly he couldn't risk losing a hand for the bite of a mustang, stubborn as a mule.

Meanwhile, Spirit remained motionless, trying to fight against the instinct to kick the first man who came under his breath; but he had to play cunning ... he would act when this two legged were less expected and he would come home. The two men briefly stroked rain, which left them nibbling contentedly.

Moreno had ordered them to open the gate and observe the behavior of the horses.
Spirit stood still when he saw the gate open. He had a moment of doubt; was it a trick? as soon as he had put a hoof out, would the humans have pulled other ropes on him and chained him again?

Instead nothing happened. Spirit felt as if he had a sudden burst of energy and jumped forward in a wild gallop. The bulls who were training lifted their heads and Ferdinand didn't even have time to follow the trajectory of the mustang with his eyes, nor even Lupe "woah!" exclaimed the goat "mustang boy has energy!"

Just as they were about to approach the edge of the fences, Spirit felt himself yanking at a point near his neck and stopped. He shook his head in confusion and turned to rain "what are you doing?!" he asked. rain stared at him "we can"t get away, let's go back!" He said.
Spirit snorted "nu-hu,not a chance!" he exclaimed, and began to pull. Obviously, being a stallion he was stronger than Rain. The mare found herself displaced for a moment, but then pulled "instead we will do as I say!" She said.
Spirit made a sound like a growl "I'll drag you step by step if necessary!" and it was his word, because it didn't matter how much Rain tried to oppose by sticking her hooves into the ground, Spirit resisted that resistance. At least up to a certain point, until Rain had the idea of ​​sitting down.

Spirit pounded the hooves on the ground with anger and frustration "ugh, are you kidding me?!" he shouted, perhaps a little childish.
Rain had a nonchalant look with a sardonic smile. "Well, it's dangerous out there ..." he said, lowering his voice so that it became soothing. He got up and started to turn around him.
Spirit looked at her "I know." He said. And he knew it all right. She giggled and looked at him. "That's why you should learn ..." She interrupted, or maybe Spirit stopped listening because the rain-blue eyes swallowed him completely. They had always been so beautiful?

He understood that it had been all a tactic when rain jumped and he ended up on the back ground; she had turned the rope around the hooves and then, pulling, he had landed "... to stay with your hooves on the ground." She completed the sentence with a smile.
Spirit snorted up.
Rain nodded, "Come on, follow me." she said, starting to walk.

Spirit rolled his eyes and, for the first time in his life, he obediently obeyed.
Rain was stubborn, but tremendously charming.