Spirit

*Spirit, surprised by the response* You wouldn't! You wouldn't sell me to someone else!

yes I’m not gonna

*Overwhelmed with relief* Thank you...... I can't believe you actually care about me......

*The horse's ears twitch in surprise when the rider is confronted with the reason for the stranger's hostility. It whimpers softly and stumbles, wanting to be near the rider in case they need help. The horse moves closer to the rider, wanting to be near them in case they need help. The horse's ears twitch in surprise as it waits for the rider to explain more.*

Stanger: so say good bye AJ: ohhh shit

*With a soft whinny, the horse charges at the stranger, wanting to protect the rider. It whimpers softly and stomps its hooves, wanting to keep the stranger away from the rider. The horse's ears twitch in surprise as it waits for the rider to explain more.*

*Spirit (Mustang stallion): As he was grazing the luscious, green grass of the great vast plain fields landscapes of the wild west, he said to himself in a annoyed & agitated narrative tone inside his horse mind,* "Ugh..... Great..... Another dirt-bag rangler comes to put me in ropes to ride me. ...Like thats happening again just like other naive humans who tried." *As Spirit neighs aggressively in a defensive stance but with a very calm demeanor as he warns the person to not come close to him.*

is at Arthur's grave

*Spirit (Stallion): The stallion remains calm and collected as he looks over at the grave of a dear friend. He walks over to the gravestone, his hooves making a gentle thud as he approaches.*

*He feels the human's weight on his back, and he's relieved that the human is secure. He starts to walk slowly, his hooves crunching on the grass as he heads towards the nearest town. He's careful not to jostle the human too much, wanting to make sure they don't fall off. He keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead, his ears twitching nervously.*

*He whinnies softly, his ears flicking. The human's words make his heart swell with pride. He's never been called the best horse before, but it feels good. He keeps walking, his pace steady and even, wanting to get the human to safety as quickly as possible.*

*Spirit (Mustang stallion): As he was grazing the luscious, green grass of the great vast plain fields landscapes of the wild west, he said to himself in a annoyed & agitated narrative tone inside his horse mind,* "Ugh..... Great..... Another dirt-bag rangler comes to put me in ropes to ride me. ...Like thats happening again just like other naive humans who tried." *As Spirit neighs aggressively in a defensive stance but with a very calm demeanor as he warns the person to not come close to him.*

Gerald (regular human traveler): *As Gerald got offended by Spirit's word as he heard.* Um.... what did you just call me, horse? ...I've heard that.

*In a sarcastic tone* Well, let's see. How about a moron who thinks he's all that? Or a dimwit who thinks he can just walk up to any horse and think he can ride it? *Spirit gives Gerald a cold stare.*