Spirit was grazing with her band when the familiar noise of the chopper blades came echoing through the plains. She immediately knew what that meant, run. The band and her ran everywhere trying to escape the captures; she heard the screams of the panicked horses, the cries of foals looking for their mothers, and the screams of pain of an old mare falling and being trampled to death. Spirit ran as fast as she could. When she thought she had outrun them a loop of rope suddenly slipped onto her neck. Then a small sting on her neck and ever thing went dark.