Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

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Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is a 2002 animated Western film about a stallion (Matt Damon) in the days of the Old West as he is taken from his herd, of which he is leader, and his homeland is threatened by the U.S. Army. A cavalry Colonel tries to break him, as well as conquer the Native Americans. He meets a Lakota named Little Creek who also tries to ride him. He struggles between his longing for freedom and his love for the Lakota's paint mare Rain. It is paired with Journey to Big Water.

Directed by Kelly Asbury and Lorna Cook. Written by John Fusco.


  • [first lines] The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. 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. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. 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. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when wild horses ran free.
  • And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild and reckless as thunder over the land. Racing with the eagle. Soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could.
  • Like my father before me, I became leader of the Cimarron herd. And with that honor came responsibility.
  • Something new came upon the land one night, something that would change my life forever and so my journey began.
  • A wiser horse might have turned and run, but I wanted to know what strange creatures were here.
  • I was scared and I didn't know what was gonna happen to me, but at least my mother and the herd were safe.
  • I remember the first time I saw a rattler that curled up in my path. This one didn't look like a rattler but I was still thinking: snake.
  • 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.
  • He was called Little Creek, and he seemed different from the rest.
  • There was just no end to the strange ways of the two-legged.
  • Sometimes a horse has got to do what a horse has got to do, and this was one of those times.
  • I wasn't sure what happened back there, but 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.
  • I couldn't understand it. She treated this scrawny two-legged like one of our kind, prancing around him like a love struck yearling. It was down-right unnatural.
  • Mares.
  • Okay, I admit it. She was... charming, in a stubborn, irritating kind of way. So I let her show me her world.
  • For the first time in my life, I felt my heart torn two ways.
  • I had to hand it to that boy. He just wouldn't give up.
  • I knew this was hard for her and that she was scared, but more than anything, I wanted to share my homeland with her.
  • I lay beside her that night, hoping, praying, that somehow she would be okay.
  • I didn't know why we were brought here, but what I did know was we had to find a way to escape and get back home.
  • That was the moment I understood. They were headed to my homeland, and I had to stop them!
  • I don't know where he came from or how he got there, but I sure was glad to see him.
  • Oh yes.
  • I had been waiting so long to run free, but that goodbye was harder than I ever imagined. I'll never forget that boy, and how we won back our freedom together.

The Colonel[edit]

  • [Gunshot] What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?
  • The Army has dealt with wild horses before. This one will be no different.
  • Not the stables.
  • The corral. It's time to break that horse.
  • Tie this horse to the post. No food or water. Three days.
  • A Lakota, not as tall as the Cheyenne, not as fine featured as the Crow.
  • Not the stockades, the post. No food or water.
  • You see, gentlemen. Any horse can be broken. [hits Spirit with spurs] Move along, mustang. There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled. The Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska. [directs toward Little Creek] A hostile Lakota will never submit to Providence. And it is that manner of small thinking that would said this horse could never be broken. Discipline, time, and patience are the three great levelers.
  • [after Spirit throws him] Soldier, secure that horse!

Little Creek[edit]

  • Great, Mustang, today, I will ride you.
  • OK, Rain. Let's see if you can teach this mustang some manners.
  • I'm never going to ride you, am I? And no one should.
  • Oh, Rain. Easy, girl, easy. It'll be OK. [seeing Spirit being taken away by soldiers] You saved my life.
  • I knew I would find you.
  • [on seeing the large canyon with Spirit ready to jump] Oh no!
  • [to Rain] You will always be in my heart. [takes eagle feather out of her mane]
  • [to Spirit] Take care of her, Spirit-who-could-not-be-broken. [embraces him] I will miss you, my friend.

Sgt. Adams[edit]

  • Corporal, round up some volunteers to, uh, take this animal to the stables.


  • Well, we'll see how wild he is when I'm done with him.
  • You wanna fight?
  • Make sure that's good and tight.


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