Spirit: Riding Free

We're starting. Get those paddles ready.

We got some fine horses today, yes, sirree.

What'd I tell ya, Hester?

-Whoa, he's a beaut! Can I see him run? -Sure.

- -Whoa!

Forget it. He's wild.

Maybe too wild for Miss McDonnell.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I'll be seeing you later, fella.

Why is this taking so long?

What if the auction started already?

What if we miss bidding on Spirit?

It won't start for half an hour. Try not to worry.

I just... can't imagine my life without Spirit.

Lucky, I will outbid everyone at the auction.

I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to get him back, okay?

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Whoa! Oh, no, Dad. Why are we stopping?

I'm not sure. I'll go find out.

What's the holdup?

I think it's the reach rod.

I want you to get this train moving, no excuses.

Yes, sir.

-What is it? What's happening? -Engine trouble.

They're waiting for a team to bring out a new reach rod.

We can't wait. It'll be too late!

Then we're not gonna wait, are we?

Can you run in those boots?

All right, folks, here we go.

I hereby open Cannon City's Bi-Annual Equine Auction.

-First up, this beautiful red Sunday hoss! -

Who will give me $100? $100 bid. 125? Who will give me 150?

150 for this beautiful red Sunday?

Going to 175. Going to two...

-Your turn's coming up, buddy. -

Whoa!

Jumbo, I need help!

Hey, now.

Easy, boy.

- -

Settle down there, boy.

Take it easy.

Whoa, now. Whoa, now. Take it easy. Whoa now!

Whoa!

- -Whoa, now.

This'll settle him down.

All right. Come on, now.

And what do we have here?

I've heard of a headless horseman, but not a headless horse!

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My, now, that is a fine stallion.

Bidding opens at 200!

Miss McDonnell, look. That's the one I told you about.

Good eye, Hester.

Three hundred!

Three. Three. Now 350.

Wow, 400! 425.

-Who will give me seven? -

Seven. And going seven. And eight? Do I hear eight?

850? Giving 850. Going to 850 over here.

850 and nine?

The auction's started!

Spirit!

Dad, there he is!

900! 900!

Do I hear nine? 925? 950?

- Spirit! - 975?

Spirit!

You can't bid on yourself, boy.

Even he wants to buy him.

- -Hey!

1,000! $1,000!

Do I hear nine? 925?

950? 950 over here.

$1,000.

$1,000!

Do I hear 1,050?

That's a no. Sir with the mustache? Going...

1,000--

-1,050! -Going!

-1,050! -Gone!

No!

-Get the fine lady's horse. -

- -

- Whoa! -Spirit!

- Whoa, boy, whoa. -Spirit!

-No, he's my horse! Spirit! -

Spirit, I'm here!

Spirit!

Inside, come on.

Wait!

He's my horse! Stop!

No!

Spirit! Help! Someone help me!

-Open this door now! - Lucky!

Spirit!

This isn't over, Lucky.

But I was bidding on him when you closed the sale.

Just reopen it, and I guarantee I'll beat any bid.

I'd love to take your money, sir, but the bidding is closed.

Those are the rules.

Well, then tell us who the buyer is so I can go talk to them.

-'Fraid that's confidential. -But you've got to let us buy him back.

Just open the doors!

When you see us together, you'll know he's my horse.

How old are you, sweetie?

Twelve.

Well, dang it if I don't have a daughter who's 13.

Now, I'm not supposed to do this, but I'll tell you what.

Next horse up? Pretty Morgan filly.

Powerful, too.

She's the real prize of the day.

I don't want her!

I want Spirit!

There's got to be some way.

Look, what's done is done. Sorry.

You seem like good people. I wish I could help.

And we're back with this little filly from from Sawtooth City!

Her bid starts at 300.

Do I hear 350? 350? 350 going and four?

Do I hear 450?

It's okay, boy.

Whoa.

Well, Hester, I've seen wild, and I've seen crazy,

but I have never seen anything like this.

- - Whoa.

I'll say.

I don't know if he's trying to break the fence or me.

He's gotta get it out of his system.

-He'll settle down during the night. -

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Boomerang, knock it off.

He's just trying to cheer you up.

I appreciate it, Boomerang, but not today.

Ow.

If you're gonna drop the apple, do it on me instead.

Ow!

But better me than you.

Ow!

I have an idea. Let's go for ice cream.

Abigail's treat.

I have a better idea. Let's go for ice cream. Pru's treat.

Sorry, I--

I've lost my appetite.

But have fun.

Lucky! Lucky! Whoa.

-Where are you going? -To see the State Marshal.

His men know every horse in the county.

I'll ask them to keep an eye out for Spirit, then I'll go get him.

-Do you think that'll work? -I know it will.

We'll find him, Lucky, I promise.

Oh! You've gotta get Spirit back. We can't take this kind of tension!

I'll be home late, so stay close and keep your aunt out of trouble.

Thanks, Dad.

- -Hyah!

So who's buying me ice cream?

-Abigail. -Pru.

I know your dad's gonna come back with good news.

We should start working on a "welcome home" banner for Spirit.

I'll even break out my special glitter.

I made a pretty penny off of that mouthy brat's horse.

Enough to buy this saloon and all the people in it!

Grayson's talking about Spirit!

-How do you know? -'Cause I'm the mouthy brat!

Old widow McDonnell sure opened her pocketbook big-time!

Good luck trying to break him, though.

I bet he breaks her instead.