Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Narration of Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Narrated by Academy Award®-winner Matt Damon
 
“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 ‘till 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 in 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 want to 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 going to happen to me, but at least my mother and the herd were safe.”

“I remember the first time I saw a rattler curled up in my path. This one didn’t look like a rattler, but I was still thinking… snake.”

“My heart galloped through the skies that night, back to my herd, where I belonged, and I 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-leggeds.”

“Sometimes a horse has gotta do what a horse has gotta do. And this was one of those times.”

“I wasn’t sure what happened back there and 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 downright 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. 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 happy to see him.”

“Oh, yes.”

“I’ve been waiting so long to run free, but that good-bye was harder than I ever imagined. I’ll never forget that boy, and how we won back our freedom together.”

The screenplay was scripted by
John Fusco

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