Chapter 11

Gotta Fight Another Fight, Gotta Run Another Night

It was official. I was the craziest mare on the prairie. No one in their right mind would ever jump in front of the two aggressive stallions ready to devour each other into pieces. But I didn't have a choice. I couldn't let these uncontrollably violent, stubborn and proud studs attack one another and start a commotion because of me. What would Little Creek think? This needed to stop. It had gone far enough! Without holding back, I had jumped right in the middle of Great Conquest and the dun Mustang, my ears laying flat and my crystal clear eyes narrowed at both of them.

"There's not going to be a fight!" I neighed loudly, fixing my gaze on both of them. "Don't you dare cause a scene here!" I demanded, my head held high. I wasn't afraid of either of these stallions. Sure, they could've easily overpowered me if they wanted to...but something told me that wasn't going to be the case.

Silence fell among us, as the two stallions stared at me in surprise and the rest of the horses kept observing the commotion in shock and disbelief.

"Back off" Hissed Great Conquest at last, snorting at me in evident anger. "This doesn't concern you anymore." He tried to push me away vigorously, but this action only irritated the dun mustang more. He leaped forward very athletically, moved me gently from his space, and swung his hind legs right in the face of Great Conquest. The grey stallion fell down to the ground and all of the horses including me, let out a worried neigh.

"Stop!" I squealed in horror, realizing that things were heating up more and more. Stupid studs! Always thinking about reproduction and fighting...idiots. I didn't have time to blink when Great Conquest rose to his feet and charged right at the dun stallion, he looked absolutely crazed with fury. Again, I decided to risk it and placed myself in the middle. I would've gotten real hurt if it hadn't been for Conquest's keen eyes and senses. He froze and let out a frustrated cry, demanding from me to move out.

"No, please stop!" I begged, as few other mares in the herd gained confidence because of me and began to repeat the same thing. "Don't embarrass yourself further. What will our humans think?" I questioned desperately, looking around frantically to see if any of our two-legged friends had seen this. Luckily, no one was in sight.

Great Conquest huffed in resentment, but there was this feeling of guilt that I detected in his honey-colored eyes. He knew that he had been wrong to cause such a disturbance. He regretted what he had done to me. In full honesty, I didn't blame him as much. We were both at fault. He let his hormones and emotions get the best of him, and I let my pride and sensitivity get the best of me. We had both silently realized our own mistakes. Of course, that didn't mean that we would go back to being friends just as quickly. We needed to heal and calm down...away from one another. Therefore, upon sensing this, Great Conquest reluctantly stepped down and no longer thought of attacking his opponent.

The proud wild stallion however, had no such thoughts in his mind. And I was sure he wanted to put Great Conquest in his place yet again. However, before he could give another blow, I furiously snapped at him. "Who asked you?! Get out!" I screamed. "You don't belong here!"

My ungrateful behavior obviously surprised and stunned him on many levels. He froze, his brown eyes widened in confusion, his breast beating, his nostrils flaring. Understanding that I wasn't about to step down from my position, he gave in. With a small shake of his head, and roll of his eyes, the mustang faced the opposite direction and galloped away.

I let out a sigh of relief once the two stallions turned away from each other. As the herd began to hustle around because of what they witnessed just mere seconds ago, I heard Great Conquest mutter bitterly under his breath. "This isn't over."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that. Was he talking to me or to the wild stallion? Well for now, it didn't matter to me as long as they had stopped the recklessness. Just then, I was instantly approached by Dawn and Wind. Both of them looking at me anxiously. "What's wrong?" I nickered softly, relaxing a little more.

"Rain, where did he go?" Wind asked shocked, gazing after the dun mustang. "Why did you let him go?" Questioned he desperately.

"What will your owner say now?" Dawn threw in, looking equally anxious.

For a moment, I stared at the two dumbfounded, not comprehending what they were telling me. And suddenly, it hit me like lightning! Oh no! That wild stallion had somehow managed to get himself out of the confinement of the round pen. He was free! He wasn't tied to me on a rope anymore. He could do as he pleased! And I am sure we all know what he was planning to do. He was without doubt escaping! Poor Little Creek. He had entrusted that mustang to me and I let him go by my own free will. Immediately, I dashed after him as fast as I could, my eyes scanning everything around me, hoping that I wasn't too late. Unfortunately, the stallion was out of sight.

My poor Little Creek! He would be devastated to hear about that wild mustang's escape. It was all my fault! I had to find him for my best friend. The irony here was undeniable. I so badly wanted that stallion out of our lives and yet situations had forced me to hold on to him and keep him in the village.

Oh...I so hoped to the Highest Heaven that he wasn't gone yet!

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