Russell closes his eyes. He remembers the rushing air and whipping past blurred objects with speed. He remembers that he loses himself in the experince. He remember he felt the lifting of burdens and worries and had no care in the world. With all this emotion which he calls collectively freedom, he summons it into a whistle. It was spot-on. When he opens his eyes, his horse is there to greet him. Russell gets a small fright. After he recovers, Russell strokes his horse's neck like before. "That felt wonderful."