The next morning, Spirit awoke and began to eat some apples from the medow floor.

He raised his head and spotted the mare.

He whinnied before trotting over to say hello.

“Hi I’m Spirit.” He smiled.

The mare smiled cheekily and began to canter in circles. The Lakota boy whistled for her and began to play chase with her.

It was about five minutes before he and the mare realised that Spirit was growing bored, so the Lakota left.

The skewbald trotted back to the fence.

“Sorry.” She said, “I only play chase with him to shut him up!”

Spirit laughed.

The mare had a soft, friendly voice-just like Rain!

“Don’t you like your two-legged friend?” Spirit asked.

The mare nodded her sleek head. “Of course I do. I’d never run away from here, everybody is friendly. I like all the two-legged’s. Do you like them?”

“No way! They make me angry.” Spirit confessed. “I’m a wild horse, I’m not used to them.”

“Oh” The mare replied. “That sounds cool!” She thought hard. Was this Spirit?

“What’s your name, wild one?” the skewbald asked, blinking at him.

“Spirit. What about you?”

She knew it-it was him! How long she had waited to see him again!

“S-Spirit? Is that really you?” The skewbald mare questioned. “It’s me. Rain.”

Spirit’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

The two horses stared at each other in dismay. They had found each other at last!

“OH MY GOSH!” Spirit cried, “Look how much you’ve grown! I haven’t seen you in three whole years!” (A/N: That’s ages for a horse! XD)

Rain nodded and flung her head on to Spirit’s neck, breathing warm breath on to his fur.

“I’ve waited so long to see you.” She whispered, nuzzling the stallion’s mane.

The two horses stood for a long time, twining necks and grooming each other.