~ Third Person POV ~

FOR THE NEXT day or so, Silent began to sneak out to the mustang, and Lakota boy, whose name she found out was Little Creek, gave them food.

Despite the risk of her fiancé finding out and beating her for it or something worse, she did it anyways. Finally, the woman was fed up with how awful her supposed-to-be lover was to anyone with a darker shade of skin and animals.

Her mother was smiling down from the heavens at that.

But one fateful morning, Silent was jerked from her sleep by the trumpet that sergeant Adams blew every morning at dawn to wake the soldiers.

Usually, Silent would've just flared out the window and put her pillow over her head to drown out the nose, but this time was different. She knew her fiancé was going to try and break Spirit.

She couldn't let that happen.

The white-haired girl threw on the same blue dress she wore when Little Creek was dragged in.

As she pulled her ice-white hair into a tight Targaryen braid, Silent ran out of her cabin and over to the corral as some soldiers forced Spirit into a smaller compartment and started shaking his tail on him with no gentleness whatsoever.

They can't do this...! Silent thought. She forced herself not to clench a first, for if she had done so, one of her fiancé's men would indeed have seen it, and then... then she would've been in trouble. Big trouble.

As more and more soldiers started to crowd aorund the corral wanting to see their boss total the new horse as he did with every tiene horse that gave the soldiers a run for their money.

And Silent is as forced to watch every single time. And all of them had been broken; the only one who had come close to throwing her fiancé off was a big black stallion that was indeed eleven or ten years old.

Since he was not named Silent, she called him Aerion, meaning "the mountain of strength" in high Valerian, because of his long, strong steps and runs in the corral. He had the same temperament as Spirit and seemingly the same strength but not the same energy. In Silent's opinion, Spirit was a year and a half young and strong, bridled with power with determination.

Aerion did have determination, but after his strength and energy gave out, his ambition to escape died just as Silent's mother had.

The young White-haired knew that Spirit's strength wouldn't hold out forever, although she had been sneaking out at night against her fiancé's will to give him and Little Creek food. And water.

Her father's wrath was something to be feared, and Aerion was the only one Silent had ever seen give her soon-to-be husband trouble... but even he failed.

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"you can break easily, or you can break hard, mustang!" The Colonel's voice grabbed Silent's attention, and she whipped her gaze over the corral. She had been so caught up in the fact that Little Creek would escape she hadn't even noticed that her fiancé was already riding Spirit.

He jerked the reins backward, making the bit lodged in the buckskin's mouth get shoved back even further, most likely splitting the comers of his mouth a little.

Anger flared in the mustang's brown eyes, and he clamped his teeth down on the but then shot forward at a complete gallop, but then he skidded to a stop and swung his head up, trying to smash his neck against the Colonel's forehead. But it didn't work.

The Colonel was already ready for the stallion's move putting his arm up in front of his face for protection.

Once again, Spirit burst into a fast gallop. Colonel James held his crop high in the air as if he was trying to intimidate the mustang, but he hardly noticed it. All Spirit was concerned about was getting the cruel man off his back.

The golden stallion shook his head ferociously as he ran, even causing James' hag to fly off as he flew aorund the corral. He gave small bucks and kicks to add to the process and kept his head close to the ground. He kept it up for a while, but Silent could see he was getting exhausted. But so was the Colonel.

"Come on, mustang!" The Colonel grunted as he held onto the reins with an iron grip. As Silent watched, she saw Spirit looking aorund for some way to get the Colonel off his back, but it was in vain.

But Silent wasn't going to let Spirit give up so easily. He had saved her from getting beaten; now, it was her turn to make a scene.

She waved her arms up and down to get the horse's attention. Finally, when he looked over, Silent immediately pointed to the fence. In response, Silent swore she saw the mustang smirk.

"Good idea," came a whispering voice. Then, as Silent saw Spirit ram into the fence, trying to shake her fiancé out of the corner of her eye, she looked toward the voice.

Little Creek.

He grinned, happy that she was trying to help Spirit along. But it was the least she could do for him. Besides, she didn't want such a wonderful horse to be crushed by her fiancé like all the horses.

"Whoo!" One of the soldiers whooped, causing Silent to look back at the arena... all she caught was Spirit flipping over trying to shed her fiancé off, but when he stood up, he was done.

The desperate look, his big brown eyes, the way his once strong legs shook in fear, the ragged breaths that escaped his mouth... all the same characteristics the other horses had shown.

Tears brimmed in Silent's violet eyes as her lips trembled, threatening to pry silent sobs. But, no... no.. she thought, unable to look away from Spirit; the soldiers aorund her leaned closer ever so slightly as the horses looked at Spirit with surprised and saddened expressions on their faces. Even Little Creek was looking at Spirit in complete shock.

The strained mustang gulped shakily, looking aorund. When his gaze met familiar purple eyes, he shuddered. The once warm and kind look he had seen in them only days before was now replaced with a helpless tear-filled look that only made him feel like he had failed her.

But he was desperate and kept the gaze for a moment longer before tearing it away and looking all aorund him. Then the Colonel gave his neck a hard pat while saying, "you see, ladies and gentlemen, any horse, can be broken. As I said"

he emphasized the word 'ladies' since Silent was the only female there besides the few mates that resided in camp.

"Move along, mustang," the Colonel said as he gave Spirit's sides a firm bulb causing the tiered and weekend mustang to move into a slow, easy walk.

"There are those in Washington who w live that the West will never be settled," the cruel man began to give a speech as he rode the defeated horse aorund the arena. "The northern pacific railroad will never breach Nebraska" he stopped by Little Creek and looked down on him with the same disgust that looked on him when he was dragged into the hell camp "a hostile Lakota ​​​​​​... will never submit to providence."

Silent set her jaw, hating how her fiancé had spoken to Little Creek. But when he looked at her with the same look in his eyes that was embedded there whenever he looked at the Native American boy, "or a young woman shall never see that her wit presence and importance is limited."

The 25-year-old froze in place, not knowing what to do. Sure she knew her fiancé never loved her turkey, but she never thought he would say something like that in front of the entire camp.

Defeated, she lowered her gaze to the ground, which made the Colonel smirk—Spirit, whoever was not pleased with what Silent's soon-to-be husband had just said.

Now he didn't know what the Colonel said precisely, but he knew it was rude and belittling from Silent's defeated response.

The mustang stomped his hood onto the dusty ground, frustrated with himself. However, the stomp wasn't big enough for Colonel James to notice, as he merely kicked the stallion again, forcing him to walk again as he continued his speech.

"And it would be that manner of small thinking," he continued smugly, "which would say this horse could never be broken."

Spirit moved his gaze to some other brown horses hitched up ok the other side of the fence. But they put their heads down in disappointment.

"Discipline, time, and patience ... are the three great levelers," the Colonel finished beaming at the fact that he was suitable for the time being.

Why don't you try using them sometime? Silent thought bitterly. Her fiancé acted like some horse master, but he was far from such a title. All he did was weaken them and then break their soul.

"Hmph!" Silent looked up when she heard Spirit make the frustrated noise. He stomped his hood again, but it was more determined and irritated this time. And the Colonel caught it this time.

He leaned over cautiously, knowing that something was going on with Spirit "mustang?" He questioned. But before anyone could think twice, Spirit flinched his head and snatched the reins with his return as they flew up. He gave a small rear, yanked the reins out of the Colonel's hands, and started another bucking fit.

Little Creek gasped in surprise before a grin covered his features. He knew Spirit was no easy horse; he knew it.

Silent's eyes widened, the tears of sadness disappearing and immediately replaced by years of joy. Spirit would survive; he would beat her fía de and be free!

It took a second; Silent finally understood that Spirit was trying to bust the cinch off so the saddle would fly off.

Desperate to stay on, the Colonel grabbed onto the short bangs Spirit had left after Murphy cut his beautiful black mane off.

But he was no match for Spirit now and was flung off his back, resulting in the saddle flying off, and he ended up right in front of Spirit's angry brown eyes still clinging to his short mane.

The mustang gave what sounded like a whinny, and a laugh crossed over before actually smirking evilly, then reared up, sending Colonel James into the air. Only the wild stallion fell on the fence behind him and busted it as he fell to the ground.

"SPIRIT!"

For one second, time stopped. Every soldier and horse looked at Silent, the source of the shout. She hadn't spoken in 19 years, but now that had been broken when she let out a scream or Spirit's name in worry. But for once, the white-haired couldn't possibly care that all the soldiers, horses, and Little Creek's attention span were on her.

Even Spirit, who had just fallen and brown a fence, was only concerned with her.

Silent ran over to the mustang, concern pouring out her eyes. She was hardly concerned that her fiancé was standing up now, giving a deadly glare to her and Spirit, who was beginning to stand up.

No fear was shown in the mustang's eyes as he returned the death glare that the cruel man who called himself Silent's fiancé was giving him.

"Get off me!" Colonel James shoved the soldiers that were trying to help him up. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Silent saw a single horse, a two-year-old gelding, step up closer to the gate of the paddock, amazement shining in his eyes.

Soon he burst into triumph whinnies and neighs in which the other horses soom followed him. The entire paddock wa soon overrun with loud happy horses cheering on the buckskin stallion that had defeated their master and freed their spirits from his iron grip.

The soldiers didn't know why the horses were acting the way they were. Colonel James sneered at them, and Silent grinned widely, as did Little Creek.

"soldier!" The Colonel snapped, making Silent look at him again: by the look in his eyes, dear god, she was terrified as she cowered back closer to Spirit, "secure that horse!" Her fiancé boomed:

Sergeant Adams walked over and grabbed Spirit's reins, to which Spirit merely raised his head. Silent tried to push the sergeant away from the mustang, but he forced her back. Another soldier grabbed her shoulders tightly, keeping her in place.

Spirit glanced over at Silent as he wanted to yank away from Adams, but the Colonel had approached him with a readied gun. So he had to keep his attention on the man.

Silent gasped upon seeing the gun her fiancé had aimed at the mustang, and she started struggling against the soldier that held her back. Yes, she was a young woman with strength that she didn't even know there, but how can you use something you don't know is there?

She heard the click of the gun, but just ad her soom to be husband was ready to pull the trigger... little Creek jumped up from the pole and shoved the Colonel's arm down as soon as he fired the gun, so Spirit was not injured. Kicking the pale man back, he latched his arms aorund Spirit's neck, and they flew off, seeing as sergeant Adams had let go out of shock since no one was expecting the Lakota boy to jump to the rescue like DJ Syd

but what happened surprised Silent even more, was that Spirit stopped in front of her, the soldier letting go of her and falling back in the process and swinging his head, gesturing for her to get on or hold on.

Having never ridden a horse before, not even the one she was gifted, Silent grabbed onto aorund his neck like Little Creek was doing. Then... they were off,

As they ran away from the Colonel's soldiers, Spirit broke a pair that had a few horses Hitched to it in which they gallowed after him, and then he leaped into the paddock. From what Silent saw, Little Creek had snatched a rifle from one of the soldiers and thrown him in a manure pile.

As Spirit made a sharp turn inside the paddock, having the acidic horses surrounding him, Silent's eyes widened when she saw the locked gate ahead. There was no way Spirit could jump that there was no space for him between the gate and the feeling.

We're not going to make it! She thought fearfully: but then, smartly enough, Little Creek aimed the readied gun at the latch and shot at it. And hit iT.

The gate swung open from the force allowing Spirit to burst from the paddock with many of the banded brides following close behind him.

But Murphy was standing there right in front of the peon entrance, which caused Spirit to skid to a stop. The fat man now had a bandage aorund his head and right eye and was black from getting a hoof to the face.

Though instead of being afraid, Spirit merely gave him a smug look. Murphy's once angry face turned me into a scared one, especially since Spirit raided his hooves and kicked Him down, knocking him out.

With that being down, the golden mustang and the rest of the horses fled out of the desert hell. Silent was grinning all the while.

She was dee. She had finally gotten her freedom.

She wasn't upset about leaving her mother's memories behind. On the contrary, she would carry her other with her forever since her memories were not objects, but annexes and images of her lodged in Silent's mind.

Suddenly Little Creek howled from his side of Spirit, still hanging on. It dragged Silent from her thoughts and made her look at him with curiosity. What was he howling for?

Spirit merely rolled his eyes. That is until a pretty mare came running over gracefully. Her eyes were a lovely baby blue, and her coat was white and brown with a creamy mane. And a black and white feather was braided into one side of her mane. She was beautiful.

The thought of Silent's old horse slipped through her mind, but she shoved it away. Diamond is, in the past, a friend that Silent never will forget.

The mare ran up beside Spirit on little Creek's side, to which the native boy grabbed a fistful of her mane and used it to help himself switch geodes and jump onto her back. And then she sniffed to a stop in front of Spirit, making him stop and allowing Silent to put her feet on the ground again.

Soom two other Lakota men came riding over and swung their ropes of their own aorund the mustang's neck. Spirit grunted miserably and glared at the paint mare and Little Creek.

The mare merely gave the stallion a sweet, smug look as Little Creek half smiled at the pale-skinned mute and the golden mustang.

Silent glared at the two Lakota men who had put ropes aorund Spirit's neck, but they only grinned in reply, which made her mad—and making a woman such as her mad was not a good sign.

"come on," Little Creek's voice made her look at him, "you'll come with us too."

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"I'm no ordinary woman. My dreams come true." -- Daenerys Stormborn or Silent