A/N: Thanx for the reviews, except for one…anyways if you want another chappie afterwards I need at least 5 more reviews. NICE ones that is…

SpitFire was feeling MUCH better the next morning, though there was still a little bit of aching in his left foreleg where he had been struck. He felt shamed as he walked slowly towards the herd to graze. Silk shot him a look of sympathy, but she resigned to trot over and comfort him. Spark dominantly herded her off towards the river, SpitFire's place. He felt a surge of anger at the colt. How dare he try to take over SpitFire's only place of comfort? He shook his mane irritably and continued munching grass. He felt so lonely. None of the other colts played with him, and most fillies didn't approve of him. Spark was right, what kind of leader was he?

The days went by and SpitFire's leg returned to its normal potential. He thundered across the pastures of wildness happily, though solitude. Spirit began to wonder if he should allow his son to take over. He began looking at some of the other colts. Kat was strong, but somewhat dimwitted. Flame was strong and healthy, but lacked compassion. He finally picked a colt that could lead if SpitFire didn't turn out well. He chose Don Juan. He was a black colt, he had a caring nature, was perfectly fit, and much more attractive than SpitFire. Spirit began to become more and more concerned as the colts began maturing, getting taller, more aggressive, and stronger, all but SpitFire. He seemed to be stunted.

The fillies also began growing taller, and much more graceful. Spirit finally decided it was time to kick out the colts, which were now stallions. He reared up on his hind legs and gave a piercing neigh of dominance. The colts, including Spark, Don Juan, SpitFire, Flash, Spy, and Flip, tossed their heads curiously. Spirit gave Don Juan and SpitFire a look which they interpreted precisely. They galloped off, as if scared, and vanished behind some under brush.

Spirit then continued with the stallions he no longer needed in his herd. He always hated having to send them away, but if he didn't…he shuddered at the though. He galloped towards Spark, Flash, Spy, and Flip with his ears flat. The four stallions began galloping away nervously. Spark skidded to a stop on top of one the many rises and defied Spirit. Flash, Spy, and Flip did not stay to watch the show down; they galloped off in search of a bachelor band.

Spirit galloped up towards Spark angrily. There was always one who tried… He reared up and the two stallions clashed. It was not much of a battle. Spark easily gave up and galloped off after his fellow stallion bachelors. Spirit proudly trotted back down to the herd, now existing mainly with mares. SpitFire and Don Juan curiously walked back towards the herd. Spirit turned towards them and cocked his ear forward. They knew the signal and contentedly rejoined the herd.

Silk, who was now an almost full-grown mare, trotted over to SpitFire the next day. Her short black filly body had grown into that of a beautiful black mare with a white star on her forehead. SpitFire felt his jaw loosen when he saw her trotting towards him. He sniffed the air and realized that she was in her first heat. He wondered why she was coming to him. Then something made him feel horrible. They had the same father (so he thought) they could never be more than friends.

Silk stopped beside him with her friendly eyes which had never betrayed him. He looked up. "I thought you had forgotten me." He nickered. Silk's face drained of kindness and turned to shock. "I could never forget the prince of the Cimarron. I had to pretend though, because of Spark. But now he is gone." SpitFire nodded happily in understanding. "Silk, you're in your first heat." Silk nodded.

From the hill in which Spirit watched the herd, he glanced over everyone and saw Silk and SpitFire. He too had smelt out that she was in heat. Spirit thought back to the day he had stolen her and her mother from a bachelor who didn't deserve them. He would never know who her father was.

SpitFire continued grazing and talking with Silk happily. Then he saw Spirit walking towards them. He seemed to have a sorrow, regretful look in his eyes. Silk turned and saw him as well. "I think I better leave…" she quietly nickered and trotted off as Spirit approached. SpitFire uncertainly waited for what his father had to say. "You have taken a liking to Silk, have you not?" he neighed. SpitFire nodded. "SpitFire I kept you AND Don Juan for a reason, and I'm sad to say that I was right to keep him as well as you." SpitFire knew what was coming. His father was going to let Don Juan be Silk's mate. "I'm afraid it is time for you to leave this herd SpitFire." Spirit finished. SpitFire was horrified. "But I didn't do anything!" he protested. "That is exactly why you must leave. You have no use for this herd. Don Juan will be the stallion to take over when I am gone." SpitFire emotionally looked at the herd, mainly at Silk. She returned his glance confused. Spirit flattened his ears, a signal he was to leave. SpitFire turned on his heels and galloped away from his only home.