Plot

Spirit is home. After being taken from his homeland and forced into human hands, the young stallion found his way back home with the help of many he met along the way - not least of which being Little Creek, the young native scout, and his lifelong friend Rain. Once again he feels the grass of his native home underneath his hooves, and can be reunited with his mother and the rest of his herd. But his unwanted absence saw time flee helplessly from his reach, and upon his arrival home, he encounters a new adversary.

A rival stallion has taken over his herd.

With Rain at his side, Spirit is determined to win back his herd. Not in a million years could he let his mother, his friends, and the only family he ever knew slip through his fingers again. But this time, the enemy has his own tricks to play. What will become of Spirit, his herd, and his homeland?

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The settlement is growing at a rate even the army couldn't have anticipated - a growth that is met with uncertainty as well as satisfaction by the Colonel. As the commander of a regiment of U.S. Army cavalrymen charged with the duty of overseeing the establishment and continued prosperity of the town of Clearwater, it's his duty to ensure all needs of the townspeople are met, while simultaneously keeping order over the soldiers in his command. It wasn't enough that the climate hadn't been all too kind as of late, killing crops and making it hard to find adequate rations for his men and nourishment for the townspeople; there had also been difficulty lately in capturing the wild horses that roamed the lands around the settlement, making it difficult to provide transportation to people whose job it was to go further and further out in search for food. And all the while, the ever-constant threat of the natives plagued the minds of both settler and soldier alike, interfering with morale just as much as it did the day-to-day proceedings. Hardly a week went by it seemed before another raid or ambush would find its way to the good people of Clearwater and the soldiers that guarded its borders.

The danger was everywhere - hiding in the rocks, flowing secretly through the waters - and disaster lurked around every bend. How could anything be guaranteed in a place as unforgiving as the west?

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The village, untouched by the calamities that wreak havoc on the settlers' land, sleeps without a care under starry Cimarron skies. Among the young braves that guard the village at night, Little Creek sits alone on a grassy bank, his mind restless as his watch bears on. As happy as he was to see Rain go, cared for by one of the most courageous and protective stallions he ever had the privilege of knowing, he couldn't help but wonder how things fared for them back in his home land. Thoughts like these were constantly on his mind, ever since he had seen them gallop off into the distance together that fateful day long ago.

A sudden explosion of gunpowder and the shriek that responded snapped Little Creek to attention. With bewilderment he rose and tore down the hill, back towards the village, where a calamity of sound rose to meet his ears. Among the homes the natives had painstakingly made for themselves came the shrill neigh of horses, the pounding of feet among trampling hooves, and the onset of a brutal gunfight. For the first time, Little Creek saw the assailants, realizing that they were none other than the cavalrymen of the U.S. Army. At their head was none other than the infamous Colonel - the very man Little Creek and Spirit had fought so hard to escape long ago.

The raids on the natives have increased and Little Creek is desperate to save his people. But with the army's superior numbers and nearly limitless resources, they seem to be a force that can never be wholly defeated. How can one man determined to save his home oppose the might of an entire army?

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