[first lines, as the eagle flies in the sky, by horse clouds, canyon, and forest]
Spirit: [narrating] The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse but it’s never heen told from the heart of one, not till now. I was born here in this place that would come to be called the Old West but to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between the earth and sky. Like the wind in the buffalo grass we belonged here. We would always belong here.
[the geyser continues sprouting]
Spirit: [continues narrating] They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end you’ll have to decide for yourself but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there, and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when wild horses ran free.
[the horses start running, by water, and grass, with the horse sleeping, then they all look at a horse, breathing, then Young Spirit lays down, then they all whinny, then sniffing, then looking at a horse, then whinnying at the horse, then licking Young Spirit, then hugging, then playing with the horse, then looking at all the horses, then the horse gets up, then en Young Spirit rolls in the grass, then looking at the horses, then looking under, then burping, then running by snow, then sliding down, then putting snow on horses, then looking at the trees, then touching the water drop of the icicle, then going to an icicle, looking at a reflection, then licking the icicle with a tongue stuck to it, then trying to get the tongue out of the icicle, then breaking the icicle while holding on the mouth, then they all play in the water, then drinking the water, then rumbling, then stops, then looking at a buffalo, then bellowing at Young Spirit, then putting the hooves on a buffalo, then running away, then looking at the buffalos, then he grows up]
Spirit: And so I grew from colt to stallion as wild and reckless as thunder over the land racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could. [he starts tagging the eagle, then jumping over] Like my father before me I became leader of the Cimarron herd and with that honor, came responsibility.
[the cougar growls at the horses, then running away, then Spirit appears, then the cougar attacks Spirit, then kicking, then the cougar gets on Spirit like a piggyback ride, then hitting the cougar, then putting hooves on the ground, then running away, snorting, then the horses join by Spirit, then they all neigh, then running by the geese, then night with the horses, then eating the flowers, then looking at the horses, playing, then Spirit appears, then walking away, then snorting, then they hug, then looking at a comet in the sky, then looking at a fire, then neighing, then snoting, then running at Spirit, then nickering, then they both look at a fire, then whinnying, then neighing warningly, then nickering]
Spirit: Something new came upon the land one night, something that would change my life forever, and so, my journey began. [he looks at the bushes, then looking at a fire, then walking down by the horses, then neighing at Spirit, then coughing with the glass clinking, then he nickers] A wiser horse might have turned and run but I wanted to know what strange creatures were here. [looking at the people snoring by the campfire, then looking at the boots, then touching the spur of the wheel, then nickering, then putting in the boot, then throwing the boot, hitting the man]
Bill: What the…? [grabs a boot by hitting the man]
Jake: Son of a…!
Bill: Shh… [whispers] Look. [looks at Spirit] Man, look at that stallion! It’s beautiful!
[he nickers, then licking the bottle, squealing, then yawning, then he grabs a lasso, then nickering, then licking at Joe]
Joe: Mmm, Sadie Mae. [he kisses Spirit]
[he snorts and squeals]
[he gasps, then neighing, then running away]
Joe: Get him, boys!
[the water dumps in the campfire]
Jake: Easy, boy!
Roy: C’mon, boys! Let’s go!
Bill: C’mon, boys!
[they tie a saddle around the horse, then going on the saddle, then they all run to get Spirit]
Man: Hyah! Hyah! [they jump over by the rocks] Where did he go? I don’t see him. We’ll find him!
[he bites Joe, then falling down while rolling on the grass, then neighing, then the men shout]
Man: What the…?
[the horse whinnies, then running away, then looking at the horses, then they all whinny, then the men appear]
Man: Faster! [they whistle and shout, then neighing harshly, then looking at the men, then neighing harshly again, then the horses run away] What? [he runs by the horses] Get him! Ha! Come on! Ha! Ha! Get him!
[Spirit runs by the rocks]
Jake: Hyah! Yah! Yah! Come on, come on, come on! [he clicks on the bottom of the saddle]
[Spirit continues running]
Bill: Ha-ha! We got him now!
Jake: Ha-ha, you betcha! Whoa!
[Spirit climbs up, then they both look at the rocks, then running around]
Jake: Look out! [gets off the saddle] Whoa!
[he runs away by Bill and Jake, then jumping in slow motion when Pete grabs a lasso, squealing, then sliding by the canyon, then falling on the ground, then getting up]
Pete: Thought you got away, didn’t you, mustang?
[he neighs harshly, then grabbing another lasso]
Man: Over here! Get back here! You crazy? Get back for him! Take him! Take him, Joe! Get the horse! [grabs another lasso around Spirit, then snarling] He’s ours now. Whoo!
[the rope strains at the saddle, then nickering, then falling on the ground]
Man: Hold him! Watch him! Watch the lines! Watch the lines! Come on! He can do all the kicking he wants now. It won’t do no good.
[the horses look at the men, neighing, then walking down, panting, the grunting, with the rocks clattering, then neighing harshly, then he continues neighing, then sadly neighing while running away, then grunting and clattering]
Man: Careful… Careful…
Spirit: I was scared, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me but at least my mother and the herd were safe.
[the men with Spirit go to the Old West]
Man: Come on! Let’s go! Yo, come on…
[the music begins, while they go to the Old West, by the grass, desert, by the lake with an eagle landing on a branch, then taking Spirit, then looking at the eagle, flying, then they continue taking to the Old West, by thunder, canyon, then they arrive at the Old West]
Man: Open the gate!
[he looks at the horse walking down, then they both close the door, then they continue pushing the horse, then looking at the men, then neighing, then panicked neighing, with the horses walking in line, then running, then they hear a gun firing, then huffing]
Colonel: What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?
Soldier: We got us a crazy one here, sir.
Man: Pure mustang, Colonel.
[the horse whickers]
Colonel: [to Spirit] The Army has dealt with wild horses before. This one will be no different.
[he chews the stick, then putting on the ground]
Soldier: Come on, mustang.
Spirit: I remember the first time I saw a rattler curled up in my path.
Colonel: [chuckling while picking up the stick] Induct this animal, Sergeant.
Sgt. Adams: Yes, sir!
Spirit: This one didn’t look like a rattler but I was still thinking, snake.
Sgt. Adams: Take up that slack.
Soldier: Grab him! Grab him!
[the soldiers grunt by pushing Spirit]
Man: Come on, horse!
Sgt. Adams: Okay, Murphy, he’s all yours. Whoa! He’s a wild one.
Murphy: [chuckling by grabbing a towel] We’ll see how wild he is when I’m done with him. [he tries to cut the rope, then chomping at Murphy]
Man: See that?
Murphy: You want to fight, do you? [he cuts the mane, then hitting him, screaming in pain, then falling on the ground, laughing] Right.
[he nickers, then whinnying curiously, then they grab the rope by tying him, then straining, then taking a blade, then taking rocks out of the hoof, then hitting Murphy, then groaning, then he whinnies laughter, then they both whinny, then tying the hoof]
Murphy: Make sure that’s good and tight.
[he whinnies, then hammering on the hoof]
Sgt. Adams: Murphy, look out!
Man: Watch out!
[the hoof kicks Murphy, groaning, then whinnying laughter]
Sgt. Adams: He’s a wild one.
[he grunts and groans]
Sgt. Adams: You all right, Murph?
[he ties Spirit, then putting the fire out, then nickering]
Murphy: Eh-heh, you…
[they both nicker in alarm]
[carries a fire at Spirit, chuckling, then taking the mouth out of the bag, then gasping, then hitting Murphy on the ground, groaning]
Sgt. Adams: Murph, are you okay?
[the horse whinny]
Sgt. Adams: Um, Corporal, round up some volunteers to, uh, take this animal to the stables.
Colonel: Not the stables.
Sgt. Adams: Sir?
Colonel: The corral. It’s time to break that horse.
[he snorts, then the music begins, then locking the gate]
Officer: Make sure it’s good and tight.
[they take everything off of Spirit, then putting it on Spirit, then the men clamor, then opening the gate, then riding on Spirit, then hitting the man, then spinning around, then flying to the ground, then gettimg up]
Officer: Okay, my turn!
[throws the hat away, then unlocking the gate, then riding, by falling to the ground]
Man: Lousy heap of horse flesh! Come on! Run out of there!
[the horse charges the man, then Colonel, then they all laugh, then walking, then spitting, the moving the gate, then the man gets in]
Man: Hey, we got a rider! [he goes on Spirit, then opening the gate, then jumping in the air, the soldier flying to the man on the ground, then flying with the man again, then flying again, then snorting, then running at the men, then running, then snorting at Colonel, then nickering harshly, then huffing loudly]
Sgt. Adams: Yes, sir.
Colonel: Tie this horse to the post. No food or water. Three days.
Sgt. Adams: Yes, sir.
Spirit: [tries to get the rope off, nickering, then trying to get the rope off, then huffing and grunting, then putting the head on the rope on the pole, then at night, with the head on the rope on the pole, then looking at the night sky with stars] My heart galloped through the skies that night, back to my herd, where I belonged and I wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them.
[they all look at the night sky, except Spirit, whinnying, then back at daytime]
Soldier: Get some water over to the stable.
[the men consiger indistinctly]
Man: Yes, sir.
[he looks at the Colonel, drinking in water, smacking the lips, then dumping the water on the hand, then nickering]
Soldier: We caught a hostile!
[he nickers, then looking at the soldiers bringing Little Creek]
Sgt. Adams: Bring him back this way!
[Little Creek yeels painfully, then the soldiers laugh]
Colonel: Well, what do we have here?
Soldier: We caught him by the supply wagons, sir.
[he groans in pain]
Colonel: Ah, a Lakota. Not as tall as the Cheyenne; not as fine-featured as the Crow. Take him away, gentlemen. Show him our best.
[the men take Little Creek away]
Sgt. Adams: Corporal, take him to the stockades.
Colonel: Not the stockades, the post. No food or water.
[the men continue taking Little Creek away, then grunting softly, then the soldiers murmur]
Corporal: Come on!
Corporal: What are you looking at, boy?
Spirit: He was called Little Creek and he seemed different from the rest.
[the soldier puts Little Creek to the ground, laughing, then tying at the post, groaning, then nickering softly]
Little Creek: Hey… [clicks his tongue, then burring, then burring like Spirit, then walking away, nickering, then laughing, then trying to get it off again, by hearing a distant howling, then hooting, then nickering and snorting, then hearing a distant howling, then hooting, then he nickers gently, with the sword landing on the ground, starled whinnying]
Spirit: There was just no end to the strange ways of the Two-leggeds.
[Little Creeks tries to get the swords by the foot, then hearing a man playing a bugle with reveille, then grabbing the sword by the foot, then mouth, by the hand]
Sgt. Adams: C Company! Ten-hut! With the Colonel’s permission, sir. Incoming patrol reports hostiles headed north.
Sgt. Adams: The railroad has expressed concern, sir. They’ve requested additional patrols.
Colonel: How long has it been, Sergeant?
Sgt. Adams: Sir?
Colonel: The mustang, how long has it been tied?
Sgt. Adams: Three days, sir.
Colonel: Good. Fetch my crop and spurs. [blows smoke, clinking, then riding the horse, around in a circle, then grunting, then neighing] You can break easy or you can break hard, mustang! No! Back up! Back up! Back up!
[Spirit neighs harshly]
Colonel: Come on! [he clinks, then nickering angrily, then riding the horse] Come on! [he rides with the hat off] Come on, come on…! Come on, mustang! [he rides by the men, with the men clamoring] Ha! [the horse continues hitting the walls, then grunting, then neighing by falling on the ground, then panting, panting and chuckling, then panting, with Little Creek looking] You see, gentlemen, any horse can be broken. Move along, mustang.
[they hear scattered applause while cheering with Spirit walking]
Colonel: There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled the Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska… [the horse continues panting] …a hostile Lakota, will never submit to Providence, and it is that manner of small thinking that would say this horse could never be broken. Discipline, time and patience, are the three great levelers.
Spirit: [snorting] Sometimes a horse has gotta do what a horse has gotta do.
Spirit: And this was one of those times. [chomping, then whinnying, then the men clamor, then groaning, then taking apart the saddle by falling to the ground, then they gasp, then looking at Colonel by the eye, nickering, then startled yell, then flying to the ground, then breaking the wall]
All: Oh, no!
[the body thuds to the ground, by Little Creek, then burring and snorting]
Sgt. Adams: You all right, sir?
[they all pick up Colonel, then looking at Spirit, then getting up]
Colonel: Get off me! [he pants angrily, then neighing loudly, then they all neigh, then they continue neighing] Soldier, secure that horse! [takes a gun, then Little Creek unites the back, then putting a gunshot down, echoing, then Little Creek fights the men, the picking up Spirit, then running down, breaking the wood, then looking at the man with a gun, then grabbing the gun with the man falling in the hay, then riding by the horses, then running inside, then breaking the gate, by joining the horses, then looking at the men closing the gate, then grunting, then grunting angrily, then nickering, then gasping and grunting by kicking Murphy to the ground, then they continue riding by leaving the Old West]
Spirit: I wasn’t sure what happened back there and I wasn’t about to stop and ask. All I knew was that I was headed home. [he leave the Old West by Little Creek, howling, then looking at Rain running, by nickering quietly by running with Rain, then getting on Rain while grunting with effort, then they all tie up Spirit, laughing] I couldn’t believe it. One moment I was free, and the next, more ropes. [he grunts]
[cut to the Indian Camp, with Spirit looking at the tents, nickering curiously, then walking in the gates, then closing the gates, with Little Creek getting off of Rain, nickering]
Little Creek: Steady. Steady. I’m not going to hurt you. Nice and easy. [he takes it off by Spirit] There you go. That feels better now, doesn’t it? [he puts it by the gate, then opening the gate, nickering, then smacking his lips, then the birds chirp, then getting up, then eating an apple, then looking at Rain, burring, then neighing, then snorting, then whinnying, then whistling at Rain, then running at Little Creek, then snorting, then hugging the horse, nickering, then chuckling, then looking at Little Creek]
Little Creek: Hey, hey! [the horse pushes Little Creek, then running at Rain while playing, then grunting, then Little Creek continues running by Rain, then laying down, then snorting, then blowing, then chuckling]
Spirit: I couldn’t understand it. She treated this scrawny Two-legged like one of our kind prancing around him like a love-struck yearling.
[he snorts at Little Creek]
Spirit: It was downright unnatural. [he burrs]
Little Creek: [takes a blanket] Great mustang, today I will ride you.
Little Creek’s Friend: This ought to be good.
[he waves the blanket to Spirit, neighing, then grunting, then he continues trying to put the blanket on Spirit, then they laugh, then nickering angrily, then running away, yelping, then ducking by the gate, then neighing ferociusly, then whinnying disapprovingly, then snorting]
Little Creek: Okay, Rain, let’s see if you can teach this mustang some manners.
[the horse nickers, then opening the gate, then snorting curiously, then neighing ecstatically, then running by Little Creek, then running by the women, with Little Indian Girl, then stops with Rain, with the tango music playing, then trying to go with the rope creaking, then thudding on the ground, then trying to go by nickering angrily, then the tango music continues playing, then nickering seductively, with the music in pause, then the strings flutter, then Spirit falls to the ground, whinnying, then squealing, then snorting]
Spirit: Okay, I admit it, she was charming, in a stubborn, irritating kind of way. So, I let her show me her world. [looking at the children shouting playfully, then the sticks clatter, then speaking in native language, then laughing, then the dogs bark, then grunting, then nickering while looking at the horses, then painting a blue circle around the eye, then grunting curiously, then snorting, then Little Creek brings a bowl of paint, then kicking Little Creek, gasping, smearing from the eyes, groaning, then neighing laughter, then snorting]
Little Indian Girl: [giggling, babbling] Horsey!
[he sniffs at Little Indian Girl, giggling, then touching the nose by stretching, then snorting, then falling to the ground, crying, then hugging Little Indian Girl, giggling, then carrying her, then calling to the girl]
Little Indian Girl: [to Spirit] Bye-bye, horsey.
[he hears a soft grunt, then burring, then walking with Rain, then they eat grass, by looking at the apple, then snorting softly, then nickering, then grabbing an apple, then eating the grass, then nickering happily, then taking the apple to Rain, then eating the apple, then nickering shyly, then whinnying gently, then they both walk down in a pond with dragonflies, then swimming, then hugging, then they both whinny, by looking at a camp, then the eagle flies by screeching, then neighing at the eagle, then the eagle flies away, whinnying sadly, then neighing, then they both walk]
Spirit: For the first time in my life, I felt my heart torn two ways. [they both continue walking, then he takes a blanket]
Little Creek: Hey, hey… [tries to get a blanket] No! Give it back! Come on! Mustang, no! Mustang! Oh, come on. Oh… [panting, then getting up, then taking a blanket] Hmm?
[he nickers, then gasping, then putting a blanket around Spirit, then burring, then climbing on Spirit, then flying to the ground, grunting, then neighing]
Spirit: I had to hand it to that boy, he just wouldn’t give up.
[Little Creek laughs, then whinnies happily, then he continues laughing, then guffawing, then whinnying at Little Creek’s Friends, falling to the ground, then sighing softly, then putting a hand on Spirit, with Rain looking at Little Creek and Spirit, then walking away]
Little Creek: I’m never going to ride you, am I? And no one ever should.
[he nickers gently, then grabbing a blanket, and a muzzle, then putting on the gate, snorting, then opening the gate]
Little Creek: You can go.
[he nickers back]
Little Creek: It’s okay, go.
[he walks out of the gate]
Little Creek: Go on, get out of here! [he slaps Spirit’s butt, running away] Go home.
[the melody continues playing by looking at Little Creek, then walking away, then going to the mountain, then going by Rain, then nickering invitingly, then fading the music, then Rain walks back, then walking by Rain, then they hug]
Spirit: I knew this was hard for her and that she was scared but more than anything I wanted to share my homeland with her.
[he hears a distant rumbling with the horses, then nickering nervously, then blowing the wind, then Rain runs, by Spirit running, then looking at the horses by Colonel by the group, then they both walk down, then they continue walking down, then the men shout, by running by a group of horses by the tepees, then knocking the man on the horse with Spirit, then getting up, then ripping the tepee by Little Creek and Rain, then the men run, clamoring, then running by the men, then neighing, then Colonel starts to fire the gun at Rain and Little Creek, then firing at Little Creek and Rain, by falling in the river, then Spirit tries to get Little Creek and Rain in the river, by swimming through a rock, then he attacks Colonel, then running away, then Rain in the river, then starts by trying to get Rain out of the river by running, then jumping in the river, trying to get Rain, then going underwater, then saving her, by trying to get out of the river, then going down by a waterfall, then they both fall down in a water, then getting out of the water, then panting, by looking around, looking at Rain, then running at Rain, then sleeping, then looking at Spirit, then they hug, then putting the head down, then groaning by sharp, then she continues breathing, then whinnying in alarm, then hugging him, then neighing, then Rain gets up, then they hug]
Spirit: I lay beside her that night, hoping, praying somehow she would be okay.
[he hears a distant whistling]
Man: Hey! There’s a couple of horses over there. [whistling]
[they continue hugging, then the man clicks his tongue, then shouting in the distance, then the horse run by Spirit and Rain]
Soldier 1: [the lasso grabs Spirit] Hyah! Ha!
Soldier 2: Leave the mare. She’s not going to make it.
[he continues neighing, then neighing, then neighing shrilly, then neighing frantically, then the soldiers grunt, with Rain sleeping]
Soldier 1: Come on. Come on!
Little Creek: [looks at Rain sleeping, then walking at Rain] Oh, Rain. Oh… [hugs Rain]
Little Creek: Easy, girl. Easy. It’ll be okay. [he pets Rain]
Soldier: Come on. Hyah, hyah.
[he clicks his tongue]
Little Creek: You saved my life.
Man: Two more men on that brace! Collins! Evans! [whistling] Bring it down! Let’s go! Jackson, hey! Grab ahold of that end!
[he hears a train whistle blowing]
Man: Got it! This one’s loaded. [he carries Spirit to a train]
Train Pull Foreman: I’m not going to hurt you. Come on. [takes the rope off] It’s gonna be okay.
[he looks at the horses, then blowing, then baffled grunting, then closing the door, then the train by going by Spirit in a cage, then looking at the horses, then looking, then eating the hay, then taking the hay, then walking away, then laying at the wall, then going by trees by snowstorm, then the train continues chugging, with the snowstorm, by horses in a snowstorm, by running from mountains, then neighing, then horses go back in a snowstorm, with the wind blowing at Spirit, then looking around, then the train continues chugging, then opening the door]
Train Pull Foreman: Come on. Come on now. It’ll be all right. Come on. That’s it. That’s it. [takes Spirit, walking out of the cage, then looking at the men, then the men shout, then nickering]
Man: Let’s go! Come on!
Spirit: I didn’t know why we were brought here. What I did was we had to find a way to escape and get back home.
[he puts the handle down on the TNT, explosion]
Man: No good! We hit bedrock!
Railroad Foreman: Well, that’s it. We’re hauling the steamer over the mountain.
Man: That’s crazy.
Railroad Foreman: We got six days to connect with Utah. We move out at dawn.
[Little Creek walks on the track, holding a bag, then putting a hook on Spirit, then they all lock]
Man: Ready to go! Hyah! Move it out!
[the horses all walk]
Man: Move it out!
[Spirit hears a panting snort, by going to the mountain]
Man: Hyah! Whoa! Get back in line!
[the horses continue walking by moving a train]
Man: [shouting] We’re almost at the top! Slow down up front!
[the horses continue walking, then the men make a railroad track]
Spirit: That was the moment I understood. They were headed to my homeland, and I had to stop them.
[the horses stop]
Train Pull Foreman: Get back! Come on! Get back in line! It’s staring to slip! Whoa! Pick up the slack! Pick up the slack!
[Spirit lays down on the ground]
Train Pull Foreman: Hold it! [he touches the eye on Spirit] Get the mules up here!
[the man unties at Spirit, then putting the chain on the hoof by moving Spirit by dragging]
Train Pull Foreman: Secure it on the left! Good work, boys!
[the hooves take the chain off, then they all neigh]
Man: Hey! Whoa! Easy… Get him. Get him.
[the hoof kicks the chain and the lock]
[the horses try to go up with one chain, then they all go away, then trying to break a chain and lock, then they continue going away, then neighing with a shrill]
Man: Hurry! Bring the poles!
[they all push the wood]
Man: Hurry! [throws a chain at Spirit] Hey, hold him there! Go!
[he goes away, then the gun fires at the wood, then running away]
Man: They’re breaking!
[Spirit slides down]
Man: I can’t hold it! Over here! Get out of the way!
[the train lays down on the ground with Spirit running away, with a thunderous crash, then he continues running away, with a bark laying down, then crashing down on the ground, then he continues running away, then crashing by the hill, then crashing down on the ground]
[they both look at Spirit running away from a train, then crashing down on the ground, then the men run, then crashing the building, then the man runs away, then crashing at the train, then the train explodes, then they both gasp, then he continues running away by the fire, then exploding the building, with the fires on trees, then neighing, then running away by the fire, then jumping over, then the fire starts burning everywhere, then looking at the log, then jumping over the log, with a chain holding the log, then Little Creek cuts the log, then whimpering, then getting up, then grabbing a chain, then the log with the fire falls on the ground, then Little Creek and Spirit jump in the water, then swimming to Spirit, then grabbing Spirit, then laying down on the ground, then getting up, sniffing]
Spirit: I don’t know where he came from or how he got there but I was happy to see him.
[he looks around, then putting water in his hand, then he continues putting water in his hand, then kicking Little Creek into the water, then neighing, then laughing, then Spirit jumps in the water, then splashing at Spirit]
Little Creek: Whoo-hoo! [he runs with Spirit] Ah, ah! Oh! [looking at Spirit] I knew I would find you.
[he walks to Little Creek, then putting the hand on Spirit]
Colonel: Halt! [the tongue clicks] I don’t believe it.
Little Creek: Go, go, go, go! Run! Run!
[the gun fires with Little Creek running away]
Man: Come on, come on! [the gun fires at Little Creek, groaning, then he continues hearing gunshots, whistling, then crawling on the ground, then grabbing Little Creek, by running along, then chuckling]
Little Creek: Whoo-hoo! [laughing]
[they both hear gunfire, by going through a canyon]
Little Creek: Hyah!
[they all go running through a canyon, then grabbing a stick, then putting a stick at the man, falling to the ground, laughing, with a delighted neigh, then neighing]
[the horse continues running, neighing, then jumping by a canyon rock, then going on Spirit, then chasing by a soldier by hitting by a rock, then gasping]
Little Creek: Whoa!
[the man falls to the ground, with a boot rolling]
Little Creek: That’s it! Come on! Come on!
[he neighs while looking at the water, then yelling, while riding by the man]
Man: Get off!
[Little Creek holds on Spirit with the mane, then kicking the man, then looking at a water]
Little Creek: Whoa!
[the soldiers shout]
Soldier: We got them now! Whoa! Where did he go? There they are! Up there!
[they look at Little Creek and Spirit, going up, then looking down, then the gun fires at Little Creek and Spirit, then looking down]
Little Creek: Oh, no.
Spirit: Oh, yes. [he runs, then jumping off a canyon by the sky, then shouting and whooping, laughing, then they look at Little Creek and Spirit by going to a canyon while rolling over, then they pant, then they both look at the men, then taking out a gun, then cocking, then uncocking, then nickering]
Soldier: Hyah. [whistling]
[they both jump up, then neighing, then going on Spirit, by running away by a canyon, grass, sky, then evening sky, then getting off of Spirit, then they set the tepees back up, then hearing the birds chirping, then putting fires out at the Indian Camp, then whistling, then Rain appears, then whinnying happily, then neighing, then Spirit runs at Rain, then they neigh exuberantly, then hugging, then nickering lovingly, then nickering softly, then nickering, with Little Creek walking to Spirit and rain, then nickering, then putting hands on Spirit an Rain, then hugging Rain, then nickers sadly]
Little Creek: You will always be in my heart. [takes a feather pen, then whining gently, then hugging Rain] Take care of her Spirit-Who-Could-Not-Be-Broken.
[he burrs gently, then hugging Little Creek with Spirit]
Little Creek: I will miss you, my friend.
[the music swells gradually, while hugging Little Creek]
Spirit: I had been waiting so long to run free but that good-bye was harder rhan I ever imagined. I’ll never forget that boy… [he neighs] …and how we won back our freedom together.
[last lines, as he neighs, then Little Creek jumps up, whooping, then they both run by leaving Little Creek, with the evening sky, the night sky, canyon, grass, trees, canyon, mountain, then neighing with an eagle flying, then Spirit jumps up by looking at an eagle, then they both run, then they both look down at the horses, then neighing, then Spirit runs at the horses, by running around, then neighing, then walking at Spirit, then hugging Spirit, then neighing, then they all neigh, then they all run, neighing, then they both walk up to a hill with Rain, then they hug by looking at an eagle flying in the sky by the horse clouds]