Spirit Escapes From The Army Base | Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Well, what do we have here? We caught him by the supply wagon, sir. Ah, a Lakota. Not as tall as the Cheyenne, not as fine-featured as the crow. Take him away, gentlemen. Show him our best. Corporal, take him to the stockades. Not the stockades. The post. No food or water. Come on! What are you looking at, boy? He was called Little Creek, and he seemed different from the rest. Hey. Hehe. There was just no end to the strange ways of the two-leggeds. Attention! With the colonel's permission, sir, incoming patrol reports hostiles headed north. The railroad has expressed concern, sir. They've requested additional patrols. How long has it been, sergeant? Sir? The Mustang. How long has it been tied? Three days, sir. Good. Fetch my crop and spurs. That's Mustang. You see, gentlemen, any horse can be broken. Move along, Mustang. There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled. The Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska. 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. Sometimes a horse has got to do what a horse has got to do. And this was one of those times. Right, sir. Get off me! Kill that horse! 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. I couldn't believe it. One moment I was free, and the next, more ropes.