I couldn't believe it! One moment I was free and the next.I wasn't sure what happened back there, but I wasn't about to stop and ask.Sometimes a horse has got to do what a horse has got to do, and this was one of those times.There was just no end to the strange ways of the two-legged.He was called Little Creek, and he seemed different from the rest.My heart galloped through the sky that night, back to my herd, where I belonged and wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them.This one didn't look like a rattler but I was still thinking: snake. I remember the first time I saw a rattler that curled up in my path.I was scared and I didn't know what was gonna happen to me, but at least my mother and the herd were safe.A wiser horse might have turned and run, but I wanted to know what strange creatures were here.Something new came upon the land one night, something that would change my life forever and so my journey began.Like my father before me, I became leader of the Cimarron herd.Flying? There were times I believed I could. And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild and reckless as thunder over the land.I'll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together, the hoofbeats were many, but our hearts beat as one. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when we ran free. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, but the story I wanna tell you is true. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one, not 'til now. The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book.I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when wild horses ran free.
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