Disclaimer: Don't own Spirit.
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Spirit could smell the grass after Little Creek opened the gate. The only problem was this rope around his neck. Damn rope. The mare on the other side was named Rain and didn't seem to want to let him escape back to the Cimarron and his herd. Why didn't she understand that he just wanted to go home. He didn't belong here.
Little Creek wasn't and would never be his human nor would he ever be broken why didn't she get that? Giving up meant that he was lost and he couldn't let that happen. So the moment the gate was opened he galloped out of the enclosure and Rain followed him. As they were beginning to completely lose sight of the village she stopped.
Spinning on a dime he neighed at Rain in a furious manner. Spirit was furious. She wouldn't let him go through some misplaced affection for this human. Well that wasn't going to stop him. To hell with the human and if she was going to try and stop him to hell with her.
Spirit glared at the rope and it dawned on him he might be able to pull free. Bracing himself Spirit pulled HARD at the rope and it wouldn't snap. Neighing at her again praying for her to see reason and at least help him escape. Rain recoiled from his furious visage and he sighed. She wouldn't help. She would only do as her human expected, try to keep him on their lands.
Glaring at the rope again he bit it hard with his sharp front teeth and succeeded in snapping the rope that way.
Rain looked at the broken rope in shock. Spirit hooked the loop around his neck on a nearby branch and slipped it off. Looking back at Rain he neighed and motioned his head to come with him. She shook her head still in shock. Nudging her back onto her feet her pushed her back to the village and she didn't move. Slowly Spirit walked her back to the village but stayed far enough back they couldn't rope him again if they realized he was no longer lassoed.
Spirit spotted Little Creek and reared back showing the rope was no longer around his neck. The human looked at his neck in shock but before he could do anything more Spirit spun on his two back legs and took off at a full gallop. Not a pace a horse kept in captivity could easily keep up with.
Soon enough Spirit was out of the tribe's lands and he raced across the plains towards where the herd should be that time of the year. Spirit came across the herd just a mile away from where they had been when he was captured. Neighing loudly he announced his arrival as he ran towards them and was greeted in the way of family meeting family again after thinking they'd never see each other again.
Spirit had not, could not, and would not be broken and had found his way home. He would live out his life as the stallion of his herd as he had before and sooner or later he would take several of the mares away from the herd and create his own. It was the way of life and it would be his life.
