It had not taken long on the second day for the soldiers to realize the horse would not be broken. At one point, it appeared the Colonel had won until the mustang took to throwing him right off of his back to the ground. His will was stronger than his and Little Creek respected that fact from where he was tied. However, as time went on, the Colonel had enough of the horse's foolishness and made to raise his gun.
A knife had been given to Little Creek as promised and he used it at that time to remove the rope lashings from his wrists to save the horse from being eliminated. From that moment on, Little Creek reacted as naturally as he could with the stallion. The animal allowed him onto his back and together they escaped from the fort. With him in tow, he brought the stallion to his small tribal camp with a few other braves and left him in a corral to help him get a bit stronger. Little Creek had the intentions to make sure he was well from the mistreatment of the others before letting him go free to his life once more.
What he didn't expect was to end up repaying a favor to a friend who had helped him at the fort. The soldiers would not take kindly to his escape especially with the horse to which they wanted badly in their ranks. He did pause once the animal was secure to think back on the woman who had helped him. Would she be all right? Would the soldiers try to harm her? Those were a few thoughts that crossed his mind that he had to push back.
"She's resourceful, no doubt she'll be all right with them. They didn't notice her with the knife so they probably thought I got it some somewhere else." he murmured to himself. Leaving the horse be with his own mare, Little Creek took the time to see how the rest of his people were doing.
His mind wandered as he noticed hunters working on their animals. Food was plentiful and it appeared peace had them all relaxed. However, it would likely change if the soldiers followed them back home.