I had gotten every man off of my back but this man was different. Every move I tried, he had sat. I bucked, reared, rolled, bumped, everything; there was nothing. I was done; I couldn't take the pain of the little things on his feet he used on my stomach or the hard stick he used on my flank. I stopped resisting, I just stood there. That man had broken me.
We both panted with exhaustion. My legs were spread out more than shoulder width and I hung my head. I was disgusted in myself, I was a warhorse. Warhorses are supposed to be stronger than this. I should be able to buck off any thing, even this man.
"Move along, mare!" he hit my stomach with those shiny things. I dragged my feet forward without refusal for once. The man upon my bake made a long speech to the men around the round pen. He pulled to the left with the thick rope-like thing in my mouth, leading towards the place where he got on.
"Take her back to the stables for the night! We will brand her in the morning!" the man ordered the other soldiers. They took the heavy brown thing off my back that humans sat on instead of a blanket. They also took the rope out of my mouth but put another on around my face and led me with another rope. They sure used a lot of rope. They took me back to the same room and I walked in without a struggle.
"There you go. Some day we might put you with the others, maybe tomorrow after you are branded." He said to me kindly. He seemed kind but I was not going to let my guard down around these people. The man closed the board, leaving me alone in that dark room.
I looked at my pelt and my white coat had been turned a faint brown. Sun Eagle would have washed me but these men left me like this. That is probably why none of their horses are white, or why all of them or brown. My thoughts drifted to the black stallion. He was pretty handsome but his personality is horrendous. He also doubted that I had a mate. Strong Night!
I hope he hasn't forgotten about me. He loved me (I think) but mating season…
I couldn't think about it any more, I gently let my head sink. The sky started to turn orange and pink. I looked back out as the stars started to appear and I thought about my tribe.
I thought of Sun Eagle. I thought of Strong Night. I thought of my friends. I thought of Chief Walking Stick. I thought of the horses that I didn't talk to all that much. I even thought of Horizon. I wondered if they coped with me being gone. I wondered if they thought about me. I wondered if they missed me.