Get Off My Back
Loud shouts the following morning woke Dynasty suddenly. Clambering to her feet, the filly's head spun around to locate the source of the noise. She saw the humans who had caught her the other day walking alongside a couple of humans she had never seen before. Instinctively, Dynasty's ears went back as they approached the field and leaned over the fence.
"Yes sir, she's a beauty to look at, all right," one of the new humans commented, "You say she's as crazy as her sire is?" One of the men who had caught Dynasty nodded, looking at the prancing filly with amusement glistening in his eyes.
"She gave us a lot of trouble between catching her and dragging her back here," he commented, "only a fool would attempt to break that mustang's spirit." The man, who had asked before, a stern looking gentleman with a growth of white facial hair, stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment. Dynasty tossed her head up and down, nostrils flared as she sensed something about this man and his companion that she didn't like. Turning his head to the side, the bearded gentleman gestured to his companion, a bare-faced man with a steely glint in his eyes. Quicker than she could make out, Dynasty was suddenly aware of the steely-eyed man being in the field with her and approaching her with a whole air that spoke of determination. Even faster, the human had one hand tightly gripping her mane and he swung one leg over her back and climbed on.
Well you think that you can take me on
You must be crazy
There ain't a single thing you've done
That's gonna phase me
Oh though if you wanna have a go
I just wanna let you know...
Yeah
Get off of my back
And into my game
Get out of my way
And out of my brain
Get out of my face
And give it your best shot
I think it's time you better face the fact
Get off of my back
You know that it's just all a game
That I'm playin'
You think that you can find a way in
It's what I'm sayin'
Oh if you wanna have a go
I just wanna let you know...
Oh
Get off of my back
And into my game
Get out of my way
And out of my brain
Get out of my face
Or give it your best shot
I think it's time you better face the fact
Get off of my back
Oh
If you wanna have a go
I just wanna let you know
I just wanna let you know...
Get off
Get off
Yeah
Get off of my back
And into my game
Get out of my way
And out of my brain
Get out of my face
Or give it your best shot
So know this train is coming of its track
Get off of my back
Yeah
Get off of my back
Get off
Yeah
Oh
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get off
Get Off Of My Back!
Dynasty bucked and reared harder than she had ever done before in her life, squealing angrily, determined to throw the intruder from her back. The man on her back was relentless, digging his heels into her sides to keep a grip and also to make her gallop forward frantically. Eventually, the wild horse had an idea and swung her head around to bite the human hard on his leg on that particular side. His shout of surprise and pain only spurred her on further as she descended into blind rage and smacked him against the fence keeping her prisoner. You will not break me; I will not surrender to your will! She thought determinedly, as she eventually managed to throw him from her back. As he gazed up at the filly, she lunged at him with her fore hooves, determined to make him pay for trying to take control of her. Her hooves caught his injured leg, bruising and cutting into the limb, before she could be forced back by the men who had caught her. The older gentleman who had instigated the whole scene laughed loudly, never taking his eyes away from those of Dynasty.
"Forgive me, gentlemen, but many a fellar has claimed their horse was unbreakable," he explained, "only to have my right-hand man, Snake-Eyes, take the horse in hand and get it to be as quiet as a newborn lamb. I had to get him to check this mustang is as wild as you fellars claimed she was. I'll take her as we agreed, hitch her up to my cart and we can head outta here." Dynasty began neighing and snorting loudly as she found herself being herded out of her enclosed prison to be tied up behind a cart. Her captors had managed to wrap a modified rope around her head, keeping her tied firmly to the cart with no inch of freedom for her to manipulate an escape with. As the gentlemen walked away laughing among themselves, Dynasty's eyes met those of the dark brown mare she had spoken with the previous night.
"It was brave of you, throwing that man from your back," she whickered softly, "I wish you luck, young Dynasty, and I hope you do find your freedom again." The filly's heart surged with a slight jolt of pain as she thought of Opalana. Unless she did find freedom, Dynasty would never see her old friend again. These thoughts and others like them troubled her as she was led away by the cart that was being driven by the man who had just purchased her.