July Week Two Workouts
Supernatural &Fly By Darkness. Dazzling Dame & Frozen Motion &GS Royal Crown. Cross My Heart &Mastermind.
out of the darkness
Courtesy of Event of the Year Photos.
Reese rolled her shoulders as she watched morning fog drift over Witch Creek property. Her dark eyes were bright, confident and eager to go. She'd been out of action for some time. Bella Luna was on vacation. Supernatural hadn't had a chance to race because there were very few races for her preferences. Jabberwock had been gelded and retired. The only other horse left to work with was Taboo and they were only experiencing the beginning stages of training. Reese had been bored in a way, but had thoroughly enjoyed her vacation as well. Getting through the Turf Triple Crown had been tough and now that they had successfully completed that mission, Reese could look forward to the ever after career of Bella Luna. But first... she had to set Supernatural up to fly.
The light dappled gray filly danced over the path, wisps of mist drifted out of Siri's nose into the air. It was fall time. The time for light wind jackets, sturdy workouts and no flies. Reese considered this time of the year perfect. It meant that the Breeders Cup was right around the corner and that the stress of three year old campaigning was completed. Siri would be trying for an out of the box career under Witch Creek colors. She would not enter any restricted filly races, would straight against the boys, head and head, in order to prep for the Triple Crown next season. Out of the box had worked with a similar light gray filly and that one had been the first to take the Turf Triple Crown.
Reese patted Siri's neck, turned to acknowledge the sleepy young woman emerging from the barn. Rise and shine. I know New Flight's been spoiling you with all those afternoon workouts. We don't tolerate that stuff here. We have a job to do. Reese snorted, nudged Siri to step out into a trot, completely ignoring the dirty look she received from Laura DeComte. Fly nickered beseechingly after Supernatural, but the filly was picking vibes off of Reese and completely ignored her. Don't take it to heart, Fly. She's just mad that Ripley didn't let her join New Flight. And Siri just has a stick up her butt when Reese is ticked off. The chestnut filly's skin twitched, but her nostrils quivered anxiously and her muscles tensed. She wanted to chase down her stablemate and make her pay attention to her. Fly By Darkness was ever the overachiever and Supernatural was the cool girl in the crop.
Laura allowed the filly to trot eagerly down the dirt path and onto the dirt track. She neighed twice, calling for attention or more speed. Laura did not oblige, but they quickly caught up anyway. Siri snorted, switching her tail over her dappled coin rump. Reese ignored Laura for a few steps, feeling a rise of jealousy inside her that she had been straining to contain. She'd taken a big dive in mounts lately, but next year she would be back and she would still have Bella Luna. Ripley wants us to do a mile and quarter gallop, four furlong workout. They've got some big races coming up in the fall. Laura opened her mouth to speak or to agree, but it was too late. Reese had Siri moving into a hand gallop over the course.
Laura sighed, stroked Fly's neck as she bunched it, pleading for more rein. She crow hopped forward, legs stiff. For a moment she hovered in the air, muscles poised in stillness. Laura released the pressure, smiled when Fly darted out into a quick gallop. Her strides were swift and she cruised over the dirt course kicking up clumps of dirt and dust. Her nostrils flared as she streaked over the course, ears flipping back into her ruby mane. Laura leaned close as the quick-footed filly closed the gap rapidly to her cruising stablemate. Reese did not acknowledge Laura or Fly's presence. Her gaze remained straight ahead, her fingers feeling out Supernatural's emotions.
The Dylan Himself spread herself long over the course, taking advantage of every inch of her lean frame. Reese finally grinned, eyes brightening with every stride Supernatural took. This was a filly who had shown promise from the get-go, but now that she was racing, Siri was quickly becoming the best dirt two year old filly Ripley Marsh had ever owned or trained. Her head dipped into the inside, keeping her ear and eye locked on Fly By Darkness who was playing on the inside rail. Fly was not that far behind and she was a tough competitor especially when they went the longer distances. Reese could feel the anticipation burning through Siri's veins as they moved into the backstretch.
Fly danced to her own tune on the rail, bobbing up to run head and head with Siri and then backing off to settle on her hip. Laura allowed the play, knowing that Siri was setting quite a solid pace for the mile and a quarter gallop. She would have to shake Fly up a little entering the last quarter mile in order to prepare for the workout, but Fly was just loosening up those muscles. Built like a quarter-horse, Fly was more like a firecracker waiting to explode than a greyhound. She had a swift turn of foot that needed to be kept under lock and key until the very end. The reason was that Fly would get bored on the front end and usually she carried Laura there pretty quickly. In their lone start together, Laura and Fly had nailed the perfectly timed move, notching her second victory of her short career.
The fillies flew up the homestretch the first time and back into the backstretch to complete the final quarter mile of the gallop. Siri was all focus beneath Reese. She was so focused that when a bird flew up on her outside, Siri practically jumped out of her skin. Reese straightened the lean filly out, nodding when she immediately got back to her duty of watching Fly. Laura had pushed some sort of button on the chestnut two year old by the look of her running up the inside rail. Her white marked face pushed side by side with Supernatural's. The look of determination that crossed her brow was something to behold.
Laura grinned when Siri lengthened her stride to outmatch Fly, but her tank of a filly was chinking away Siri's armor. Fly did not budge an inch from Siris' side and the gray was soon showing signs of concern. Laura was content with the look, backed Fly off of her just slightly, enough to give both flying fillies a breather. Reese's gaze narrowed from aboard the sleek gray filly. Laura was in control during this workout and Reese wanted control. She judged the distance until the four furlong workout began. Just a half furlong left to go. Reese sat silent now, forced her muscles to relax as Siri began to cruise once more. Fly fell back a little more off of Reese's mount and now Reese knew exactly what to do.
The moment she hit the starting line, Reese shook the reins at Supernatural and sent her soaring. The filly lined out like an allstar runner heading for the finish line in a relay race. She gritted her teeth down around the bit and took flight as graceful as a swan. Reese sat back to enjoy the show. Siri's speed was tough on her competition. Fly would be hard-pressed to keep up. Siri was renowned for performing better -timewise- with each furlong she covered. Reese's hands remained chilly at the pale filly's withers. Fly would come roaring in the final furlong. Siri settled down into this higher speed and did not seem to be giving the impression of much effort.
Laura had just missed biting her tongue when Supernatural surprised her up the outside. The marble colored filly had taken off like a bat out of hell and with really no urging at all. Fly had not flinched at the sudden burst of speed, but she had picked up her own without disagreement from Laura. The redhead crouched down like a burr aboard her fired up filly. Fly wanted to break rank and run Supernatural down. She strained against the bit, neck muscles bunching up with tension and eagerness. Laura urged her silently to settle down, felt a shimmer of response with the way she gave into the bit. Good pretty Fly. The little tank flew over the track as though she would knock anything and everything out of her way to get to her opponent.
Siri rounded into the far turn with a two length lead that was quickly shrinking with every one of Fly's fierce strides. Reese urged her a little at that point, received a gradual response that told her there was plenty left in the tank. Fly was beating at Supernatural now, legs whipping until they blurred. She whipped up to Siri's haunch as they moved into the homestretch. Siri pinned her ears as she found herself down on the inside rail. Fly drew closer, moving forward and sideways at the same time, until she was just an inch from Supernatural's shoulder. Neither filly backed down as they dashed for the wire. Supernatural led every step, nostrils flaring, eyes rimmed red with determination. Laura finally tapped Fly's hidden energy for resources fifty yards from the wire. The chestnut pushed mightily off of her rear end and roared up to nip Siri at the wire by a neck. Siri snorted angrily and galloped right on by Fly in the gallop out without a backward glance. Laura laughed, but caught Reese smiling as she drew away. The younger woman patted Fly's flexed neck, grinning. There was nothing like a horse race to stir up some friendship.
The light dappled gray filly danced over the path, wisps of mist drifted out of Siri's nose into the air. It was fall time. The time for light wind jackets, sturdy workouts and no flies. Reese considered this time of the year perfect. It meant that the Breeders Cup was right around the corner and that the stress of three year old campaigning was completed. Siri would be trying for an out of the box career under Witch Creek colors. She would not enter any restricted filly races, would straight against the boys, head and head, in order to prep for the Triple Crown next season. Out of the box had worked with a similar light gray filly and that one had been the first to take the Turf Triple Crown.
Reese patted Siri's neck, turned to acknowledge the sleepy young woman emerging from the barn. Rise and shine. I know New Flight's been spoiling you with all those afternoon workouts. We don't tolerate that stuff here. We have a job to do. Reese snorted, nudged Siri to step out into a trot, completely ignoring the dirty look she received from Laura DeComte. Fly nickered beseechingly after Supernatural, but the filly was picking vibes off of Reese and completely ignored her. Don't take it to heart, Fly. She's just mad that Ripley didn't let her join New Flight. And Siri just has a stick up her butt when Reese is ticked off. The chestnut filly's skin twitched, but her nostrils quivered anxiously and her muscles tensed. She wanted to chase down her stablemate and make her pay attention to her. Fly By Darkness was ever the overachiever and Supernatural was the cool girl in the crop.
Laura allowed the filly to trot eagerly down the dirt path and onto the dirt track. She neighed twice, calling for attention or more speed. Laura did not oblige, but they quickly caught up anyway. Siri snorted, switching her tail over her dappled coin rump. Reese ignored Laura for a few steps, feeling a rise of jealousy inside her that she had been straining to contain. She'd taken a big dive in mounts lately, but next year she would be back and she would still have Bella Luna. Ripley wants us to do a mile and quarter gallop, four furlong workout. They've got some big races coming up in the fall. Laura opened her mouth to speak or to agree, but it was too late. Reese had Siri moving into a hand gallop over the course.
Laura sighed, stroked Fly's neck as she bunched it, pleading for more rein. She crow hopped forward, legs stiff. For a moment she hovered in the air, muscles poised in stillness. Laura released the pressure, smiled when Fly darted out into a quick gallop. Her strides were swift and she cruised over the dirt course kicking up clumps of dirt and dust. Her nostrils flared as she streaked over the course, ears flipping back into her ruby mane. Laura leaned close as the quick-footed filly closed the gap rapidly to her cruising stablemate. Reese did not acknowledge Laura or Fly's presence. Her gaze remained straight ahead, her fingers feeling out Supernatural's emotions.
The Dylan Himself spread herself long over the course, taking advantage of every inch of her lean frame. Reese finally grinned, eyes brightening with every stride Supernatural took. This was a filly who had shown promise from the get-go, but now that she was racing, Siri was quickly becoming the best dirt two year old filly Ripley Marsh had ever owned or trained. Her head dipped into the inside, keeping her ear and eye locked on Fly By Darkness who was playing on the inside rail. Fly was not that far behind and she was a tough competitor especially when they went the longer distances. Reese could feel the anticipation burning through Siri's veins as they moved into the backstretch.
Fly danced to her own tune on the rail, bobbing up to run head and head with Siri and then backing off to settle on her hip. Laura allowed the play, knowing that Siri was setting quite a solid pace for the mile and a quarter gallop. She would have to shake Fly up a little entering the last quarter mile in order to prepare for the workout, but Fly was just loosening up those muscles. Built like a quarter-horse, Fly was more like a firecracker waiting to explode than a greyhound. She had a swift turn of foot that needed to be kept under lock and key until the very end. The reason was that Fly would get bored on the front end and usually she carried Laura there pretty quickly. In their lone start together, Laura and Fly had nailed the perfectly timed move, notching her second victory of her short career.
The fillies flew up the homestretch the first time and back into the backstretch to complete the final quarter mile of the gallop. Siri was all focus beneath Reese. She was so focused that when a bird flew up on her outside, Siri practically jumped out of her skin. Reese straightened the lean filly out, nodding when she immediately got back to her duty of watching Fly. Laura had pushed some sort of button on the chestnut two year old by the look of her running up the inside rail. Her white marked face pushed side by side with Supernatural's. The look of determination that crossed her brow was something to behold.
Laura grinned when Siri lengthened her stride to outmatch Fly, but her tank of a filly was chinking away Siri's armor. Fly did not budge an inch from Siris' side and the gray was soon showing signs of concern. Laura was content with the look, backed Fly off of her just slightly, enough to give both flying fillies a breather. Reese's gaze narrowed from aboard the sleek gray filly. Laura was in control during this workout and Reese wanted control. She judged the distance until the four furlong workout began. Just a half furlong left to go. Reese sat silent now, forced her muscles to relax as Siri began to cruise once more. Fly fell back a little more off of Reese's mount and now Reese knew exactly what to do.
The moment she hit the starting line, Reese shook the reins at Supernatural and sent her soaring. The filly lined out like an allstar runner heading for the finish line in a relay race. She gritted her teeth down around the bit and took flight as graceful as a swan. Reese sat back to enjoy the show. Siri's speed was tough on her competition. Fly would be hard-pressed to keep up. Siri was renowned for performing better -timewise- with each furlong she covered. Reese's hands remained chilly at the pale filly's withers. Fly would come roaring in the final furlong. Siri settled down into this higher speed and did not seem to be giving the impression of much effort.
Laura had just missed biting her tongue when Supernatural surprised her up the outside. The marble colored filly had taken off like a bat out of hell and with really no urging at all. Fly had not flinched at the sudden burst of speed, but she had picked up her own without disagreement from Laura. The redhead crouched down like a burr aboard her fired up filly. Fly wanted to break rank and run Supernatural down. She strained against the bit, neck muscles bunching up with tension and eagerness. Laura urged her silently to settle down, felt a shimmer of response with the way she gave into the bit. Good pretty Fly. The little tank flew over the track as though she would knock anything and everything out of her way to get to her opponent.
Siri rounded into the far turn with a two length lead that was quickly shrinking with every one of Fly's fierce strides. Reese urged her a little at that point, received a gradual response that told her there was plenty left in the tank. Fly was beating at Supernatural now, legs whipping until they blurred. She whipped up to Siri's haunch as they moved into the homestretch. Siri pinned her ears as she found herself down on the inside rail. Fly drew closer, moving forward and sideways at the same time, until she was just an inch from Supernatural's shoulder. Neither filly backed down as they dashed for the wire. Supernatural led every step, nostrils flaring, eyes rimmed red with determination. Laura finally tapped Fly's hidden energy for resources fifty yards from the wire. The chestnut pushed mightily off of her rear end and roared up to nip Siri at the wire by a neck. Siri snorted angrily and galloped right on by Fly in the gallop out without a backward glance. Laura laughed, but caught Reese smiling as she drew away. The younger woman patted Fly's flexed neck, grinning. There was nothing like a horse race to stir up some friendship.
frozen royalty
Courtesy of Event of the Year Photos.
The two gray horses sized each other up with tense muscles, flared nostrils, and suspicious eyes. The stallion puffed out his chest, pranced in place at the end of his lead line while maintaining a fixed position on the dirt path. His younger, darker version stared back with imperiousness, gaze distant and seeing nothing of the stallion's pose. The world had simply vanished away from these two as they fixed each other with frigid glares and angry huffs. Their riders were forgotten, just like a tree on the edge of the path. Maggie and Brooks exchanged glances, duly noting the fact that they might as well have not been there at all. Such was the case when older brother met younger brother on Witch Creek property.
Frozen Motion and GS Royal Crown weren't brothers at all, but their behavior clearly reflected that of two human brothers. Freeze was the "wiser" and Crow was the "dumber." Maggie patted Crow's steely shoulder, apologizing for calling him dumb in her brain. Crow was anything but dumb. His whole body was tuned to take his environment in, process it, and detect any threats to his otherwise peaceful mind. He was a highly sensitive horse, probably the most sensitive Maggie would get on in the next coming years. He was also one of her best. The steel gray colt had been ridden by no one else since he'd arrived at Witch Creek. They were used to one another and there was a semblance of affection. For a moment, Crow broke his dead lock with Freeze to nudge her as if he were saying "Watch how irritated I can make him next."
Brooks stroked Freeze's shoulder, noting the stallion's irritation at being confronted with an older GS Royal Crown. Crow had been Freeze's workout partner in his younger days, but Freeze had always been better and one step ahead of him. Brooks knew his good horse would be wondering if Crow had developed. And if he had bothered to ask Brooks or had the ability to do such a thing, he would have been displeased with the answer. Crow was at a stage in his racing that would be considered better than Freeze had been in terms of grade. He was having a ridiculously strong season only having placed outside of first or second once, in the Queen's Plate, so far. His next start would be the Prince Of Wales over 9.5 Furlongs and he would be tough on whoever showed up. Freeze whickered anxiously in Brooks' direction causing him to swiftly mount up.
Both colt and stallion turned to look when a flurry of action occurred just on the edge of their vision. Dazzling Dame bolted from the barn, muscled up body erupting from the shadows. She looked incredible, glinting like polish wood as she marched up to the male horses. Her rider's face was lit up by a smile and his eyes shimmered with happiness. Dame's ready to roll if you guys think you can keep up. Maggie and Brooks shared a look as the twin sister of Infinite Warcry roared into action across the green hills toward the dirt track. Crow was momentarily stunned by the activity, skin twitching anxiously as he awaited orders to stay or move. Freeze was not so restricted. The dappled gray stallion bolted after the dark mare, legs flying across the turf as he dashed after her. She'd been his gallop partner for a while. He knew almost every move she made and this bolt to the turf track was one of her regular activities.
Maggie nudged Crow forward, releasing him from a stand still into an exuberant hand-gallop after his older stablemates. The steel-colored colt was swift in his movements. He felt faster than he was actually going. Maggie held tight to his mane as he leaped a small valley between hills and took chase. The colt's ears flapped back and forth, his eyes glinted with joy. He loved to run, thrived in it. Maggie stroked his satin hide, a smile of appreciating touching her features. Crow was just spectacular all around now that he had some manners. The blonde woman leaned close to her colt as he drew closer to Frozen Motion and Dazzling Dame who were now just cantering along toward the base of the hillside.
Justin patted Dame as she danced over the turf, delighted to be back aboard his favorite mount and teacher. The mare tossed her head in Frozen Motion's direction, teasing him with looks and dares. She would make her first start in more than a month in the Roundheel Stakes, followed by the Diana. Both races would take place at The Wire, a track Dazzling Dame loved immensely. The burly mare snorted exuberantly as GS Royal Crown passed them at a gallop. She reared up on her hind legs, whinnying after the colt and begging Justin to release her. He glanced at Brooks who was laughing lightheartedly from aboard a peppy Frozen Motion. Might as well. We all know where this ends. Justin nodded. It ended with the short three furlong workout the turf horses always experienced. Justin rolled his shoulder, flicked his fingers and leaned close. Dame bolted out from beneath him, stride going from small to large in a matter of seconds. She dashed up the first hillside with great sweeping motions, eyes bright and happy that she was back to work.
Frozen Motion soared after the gray and dark bay mare, his ears bobbed up and down to the rhythm of his fantastic stride. The dappled gray four year old was finally coming back into his own. He'd won his last race in the Arlington Million Stakes with aplomb, stealing the spotlight momentarily from Witch Creek's stellar crop of three year olds. His next start in the Joe Hirsch Turf Classic would come in two weeks and he would be ready for that based on this workout and two weeks worth of daily three mile gallops. Brooks settled in with his long-time partner's stride as he flitted down the hillside after Crow and Dame. There was no place Brooks would rather be than on the back of Frozen Motion in a fun morning gallop.
Crow led the charge across the valley to the next hill, his strides long and ground-eating over the turf course. Maggie let her fingers wiggle on the reins, feeling Crow jump with power in response. The Seabiscuit colt really was incredible over the turf. He was incredible over the dirt as well. He was a multi-talented, variating horse. Maggie smiled with pleasure as he romped up the hillside. He did everything easy. He would face Italian Ice and GS Supercharged again in the Prince of Wales Stakes, but where those two had tried hard in the Queen's Plate, Crow had been rearing to go for the next leg immediately after. Maggie just needed this one hardening workout in order to get Crow closer to the winner circle.
Dame settled in just to the right of GS Royal Crown's haunches. She barreled along like a freight-train, letting the gray colt know he was never truly alone in this dash over the hills. Justin steadied the beautiful mare as she crested the next hill with a great burst of strength. Dazzling Dame snorted with every stride she took, tough as nails and more than willing to take on any challenge thrown her way. She was a router just as Frozen Motion was. The longer she ran, the better she became. Freeze cantered off to Crow's left, easy-going and not in any particular hurry. He was such a different horse than he had been early in his three year old season. He was patient enough to stalk, to listen and to wait until called upon for speed.
The trio of horses scattered birds in the next two valleys, frightening them out their relaxed stupor. Their hooves sounded like thunder as they beat down over the track, awakening anything or one who was not yet awake. Crow stretched out as Dame drew up to his barrel and Freeze to his haunches. There was pressure now. More than there had been before. Maggie remained still as she possibly could. There was one more hill before Crow really had to get going if he was going to beat the older pair of horses.
Frozen Motion was really cruising now. The dappled gray stallion was just moving beautifully to Crow's outside. He carried his head level to his shoulders as he bounded up the hillside, ears just bouncing easily with each movement. With wins came confidence. It was nice to see Freeze feeling as happy as he was these days. It was also reflected in his performances. He bounded up the hillside, gaining on Crow with each magnificent stride. Brooks was silently applauding when the gray got his nose down in front of GS Royal Crown at the crest of the hill.
Dame had had enough of following the colt and stallion. The second she reached the crest, Justin knew there was no holding back the dark tank of a mare. With body braced, Justin prayed that Dame wouldn't completely lose her head. The Jessie James mare launched herself down the hill, past Freeze and Crow, and took in the sheer openness of the three furlong stretch. Her hooves found places for grip quickly and Justin was pleased to find his mare more surefooted than he'd expected. Dame leaped the last two feet of the hillside and landed in a full out run for the finish line. Justin kept himself quiet she huffed away, not in exertion, but out of excitement. Any move on his part could send her flying for the hills.
Freeze and Crow charged side by side after the dark mare the minute they set foot on the flat land. It was now that both horses flattened their ears in their manes, spread their bodies long and lean over the course and took flight. The race had been called and Crow and Freeze had been caught standing around. Dame was soaring over the course with Justin still as a stone in the saddle. He couldn't believe the power and speed with which Dame ran. He'd forgotten how truly incredible this gallant mare was. The month had done her a world of good. He leaned close as they sped through the second furlong and into the final one. Dame galloped with her head high and ears pricked, sensing she had put the colt and stallion away.
Maggie dropped her reins around Crow's neck in a desperate act of faith and encouragement. With a burst of energy, the winner of two Triple Crown preps this season flew forward on legs that might have been made of steel and not bone. He glided over the course, making up tremendous amounts of ground. Four lengths then three separated himself from Dazzling Dame. A length further back and Freeze was suddenly coming into gear under urging from Brookson Wells. The colt and stallion rushed forward in a supreme show of closing kick. Dame's ears flitted above her head and Justin knew she was becoming worried. He pushed once, broke her out of her fear and sent her thundering for home.
Crow and Freeze thundered in the dark mare's wake as she surged across the finish line a diminishing length in front. Crow snorted in insult and made sure to finish dead even with Frozen Motion. The dappled gray stallion tossed his head furiously in the gallop out. He wanted so badly to be released again and take Dame and this upstart of a colt down. Brooks patted the great gray horse's neck. Next time handsome. It was my fault this time. She caught us unaware. Maggie nodded in out-of-breath agreement. Justin's become a real dare-devil on this course. She sent a glare winging in Justin's direction, eyes glittering with irritation. Crow stomped angrily at Dame, flattening his ears in all out fury. Maggie guided him away from the extremely smug mare. Don't worry Crow. Next time we won't be facing cheaters.
Justin let out a laugh at Maggie's words and tone. It's called having some racing blood in your veins. You do whatever it takes to win. But it helps if you have the best horse. Maggie let out a noncommittal noise and Brooks simply shrugged his shoulders in disagreement. Crow wasn't the only upstart in Witch Creek Stable.
Frozen Motion and GS Royal Crown weren't brothers at all, but their behavior clearly reflected that of two human brothers. Freeze was the "wiser" and Crow was the "dumber." Maggie patted Crow's steely shoulder, apologizing for calling him dumb in her brain. Crow was anything but dumb. His whole body was tuned to take his environment in, process it, and detect any threats to his otherwise peaceful mind. He was a highly sensitive horse, probably the most sensitive Maggie would get on in the next coming years. He was also one of her best. The steel gray colt had been ridden by no one else since he'd arrived at Witch Creek. They were used to one another and there was a semblance of affection. For a moment, Crow broke his dead lock with Freeze to nudge her as if he were saying "Watch how irritated I can make him next."
Brooks stroked Freeze's shoulder, noting the stallion's irritation at being confronted with an older GS Royal Crown. Crow had been Freeze's workout partner in his younger days, but Freeze had always been better and one step ahead of him. Brooks knew his good horse would be wondering if Crow had developed. And if he had bothered to ask Brooks or had the ability to do such a thing, he would have been displeased with the answer. Crow was at a stage in his racing that would be considered better than Freeze had been in terms of grade. He was having a ridiculously strong season only having placed outside of first or second once, in the Queen's Plate, so far. His next start would be the Prince Of Wales over 9.5 Furlongs and he would be tough on whoever showed up. Freeze whickered anxiously in Brooks' direction causing him to swiftly mount up.
Both colt and stallion turned to look when a flurry of action occurred just on the edge of their vision. Dazzling Dame bolted from the barn, muscled up body erupting from the shadows. She looked incredible, glinting like polish wood as she marched up to the male horses. Her rider's face was lit up by a smile and his eyes shimmered with happiness. Dame's ready to roll if you guys think you can keep up. Maggie and Brooks shared a look as the twin sister of Infinite Warcry roared into action across the green hills toward the dirt track. Crow was momentarily stunned by the activity, skin twitching anxiously as he awaited orders to stay or move. Freeze was not so restricted. The dappled gray stallion bolted after the dark mare, legs flying across the turf as he dashed after her. She'd been his gallop partner for a while. He knew almost every move she made and this bolt to the turf track was one of her regular activities.
Maggie nudged Crow forward, releasing him from a stand still into an exuberant hand-gallop after his older stablemates. The steel-colored colt was swift in his movements. He felt faster than he was actually going. Maggie held tight to his mane as he leaped a small valley between hills and took chase. The colt's ears flapped back and forth, his eyes glinted with joy. He loved to run, thrived in it. Maggie stroked his satin hide, a smile of appreciating touching her features. Crow was just spectacular all around now that he had some manners. The blonde woman leaned close to her colt as he drew closer to Frozen Motion and Dazzling Dame who were now just cantering along toward the base of the hillside.
Justin patted Dame as she danced over the turf, delighted to be back aboard his favorite mount and teacher. The mare tossed her head in Frozen Motion's direction, teasing him with looks and dares. She would make her first start in more than a month in the Roundheel Stakes, followed by the Diana. Both races would take place at The Wire, a track Dazzling Dame loved immensely. The burly mare snorted exuberantly as GS Royal Crown passed them at a gallop. She reared up on her hind legs, whinnying after the colt and begging Justin to release her. He glanced at Brooks who was laughing lightheartedly from aboard a peppy Frozen Motion. Might as well. We all know where this ends. Justin nodded. It ended with the short three furlong workout the turf horses always experienced. Justin rolled his shoulder, flicked his fingers and leaned close. Dame bolted out from beneath him, stride going from small to large in a matter of seconds. She dashed up the first hillside with great sweeping motions, eyes bright and happy that she was back to work.
Frozen Motion soared after the gray and dark bay mare, his ears bobbed up and down to the rhythm of his fantastic stride. The dappled gray four year old was finally coming back into his own. He'd won his last race in the Arlington Million Stakes with aplomb, stealing the spotlight momentarily from Witch Creek's stellar crop of three year olds. His next start in the Joe Hirsch Turf Classic would come in two weeks and he would be ready for that based on this workout and two weeks worth of daily three mile gallops. Brooks settled in with his long-time partner's stride as he flitted down the hillside after Crow and Dame. There was no place Brooks would rather be than on the back of Frozen Motion in a fun morning gallop.
Crow led the charge across the valley to the next hill, his strides long and ground-eating over the turf course. Maggie let her fingers wiggle on the reins, feeling Crow jump with power in response. The Seabiscuit colt really was incredible over the turf. He was incredible over the dirt as well. He was a multi-talented, variating horse. Maggie smiled with pleasure as he romped up the hillside. He did everything easy. He would face Italian Ice and GS Supercharged again in the Prince of Wales Stakes, but where those two had tried hard in the Queen's Plate, Crow had been rearing to go for the next leg immediately after. Maggie just needed this one hardening workout in order to get Crow closer to the winner circle.
Dame settled in just to the right of GS Royal Crown's haunches. She barreled along like a freight-train, letting the gray colt know he was never truly alone in this dash over the hills. Justin steadied the beautiful mare as she crested the next hill with a great burst of strength. Dazzling Dame snorted with every stride she took, tough as nails and more than willing to take on any challenge thrown her way. She was a router just as Frozen Motion was. The longer she ran, the better she became. Freeze cantered off to Crow's left, easy-going and not in any particular hurry. He was such a different horse than he had been early in his three year old season. He was patient enough to stalk, to listen and to wait until called upon for speed.
The trio of horses scattered birds in the next two valleys, frightening them out their relaxed stupor. Their hooves sounded like thunder as they beat down over the track, awakening anything or one who was not yet awake. Crow stretched out as Dame drew up to his barrel and Freeze to his haunches. There was pressure now. More than there had been before. Maggie remained still as she possibly could. There was one more hill before Crow really had to get going if he was going to beat the older pair of horses.
Frozen Motion was really cruising now. The dappled gray stallion was just moving beautifully to Crow's outside. He carried his head level to his shoulders as he bounded up the hillside, ears just bouncing easily with each movement. With wins came confidence. It was nice to see Freeze feeling as happy as he was these days. It was also reflected in his performances. He bounded up the hillside, gaining on Crow with each magnificent stride. Brooks was silently applauding when the gray got his nose down in front of GS Royal Crown at the crest of the hill.
Dame had had enough of following the colt and stallion. The second she reached the crest, Justin knew there was no holding back the dark tank of a mare. With body braced, Justin prayed that Dame wouldn't completely lose her head. The Jessie James mare launched herself down the hill, past Freeze and Crow, and took in the sheer openness of the three furlong stretch. Her hooves found places for grip quickly and Justin was pleased to find his mare more surefooted than he'd expected. Dame leaped the last two feet of the hillside and landed in a full out run for the finish line. Justin kept himself quiet she huffed away, not in exertion, but out of excitement. Any move on his part could send her flying for the hills.
Freeze and Crow charged side by side after the dark mare the minute they set foot on the flat land. It was now that both horses flattened their ears in their manes, spread their bodies long and lean over the course and took flight. The race had been called and Crow and Freeze had been caught standing around. Dame was soaring over the course with Justin still as a stone in the saddle. He couldn't believe the power and speed with which Dame ran. He'd forgotten how truly incredible this gallant mare was. The month had done her a world of good. He leaned close as they sped through the second furlong and into the final one. Dame galloped with her head high and ears pricked, sensing she had put the colt and stallion away.
Maggie dropped her reins around Crow's neck in a desperate act of faith and encouragement. With a burst of energy, the winner of two Triple Crown preps this season flew forward on legs that might have been made of steel and not bone. He glided over the course, making up tremendous amounts of ground. Four lengths then three separated himself from Dazzling Dame. A length further back and Freeze was suddenly coming into gear under urging from Brookson Wells. The colt and stallion rushed forward in a supreme show of closing kick. Dame's ears flitted above her head and Justin knew she was becoming worried. He pushed once, broke her out of her fear and sent her thundering for home.
Crow and Freeze thundered in the dark mare's wake as she surged across the finish line a diminishing length in front. Crow snorted in insult and made sure to finish dead even with Frozen Motion. The dappled gray stallion tossed his head furiously in the gallop out. He wanted so badly to be released again and take Dame and this upstart of a colt down. Brooks patted the great gray horse's neck. Next time handsome. It was my fault this time. She caught us unaware. Maggie nodded in out-of-breath agreement. Justin's become a real dare-devil on this course. She sent a glare winging in Justin's direction, eyes glittering with irritation. Crow stomped angrily at Dame, flattening his ears in all out fury. Maggie guided him away from the extremely smug mare. Don't worry Crow. Next time we won't be facing cheaters.
Justin let out a laugh at Maggie's words and tone. It's called having some racing blood in your veins. You do whatever it takes to win. But it helps if you have the best horse. Maggie let out a noncommittal noise and Brooks simply shrugged his shoulders in disagreement. Crow wasn't the only upstart in Witch Creek Stable.
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He's pretty easy to ride Reese. You just let him play for most of the workout and he'll pretty much sense when the real running is about to begin. He'll take good care of you... Reese lifted a hand with a short movement to cut Ripley's nervous mother speech in mid-air. Ripley, I'm pretty confident I can handle the big guy for one workout. I've been on him for morning gallops since he turned three. I promise I'll take good care of him. And you'll see that during the race. Reese rolled her shoulders, feeling confident and eager to move. This would be her first workout aboard Mastermind and also one of the more important workouts she'd ridden this year.
The chestnut colt danced beneath Maggie with quick, in-place leg movements. His eyes were bright and not hidden by the blinkers for the first time in his three year old season. The son of Speed Demon had worn blinkers in every workout and race so far. Today was different. He would not wear blinkers today like he would in the Star Party. Reese stroked the colt's shimmering neck, proud to aboard the grade one three year old. Mastermind wouldn't mind the switch back to blinkers at all in the race. Today, he would need to go slower. Today was going to be about quality and not just speed. Mastermind would surely know the difference. Reese had all the faith in the world in this magnificent colt.
Cross My Heart snorted rapid bursts of fog through her nostrils. Her muscles bunched beneath her raven-wing hide and she was practically leaping at the bit to get going. Her next start in the Star Festival would be key to how she performed the remaining part of the year. The black filly had finished second to older horse Sugar Jayde last time out, in between her victory in the Girl's Festival and this upcoming race. Today would be just as important for her. The Star Festival looked loaded with speed with rivals: Innocent Passion, a preceder, Midnight Sun, a front runner, and Sophie's Voice, a front runner or stalker. Everyone knew where Cross was going to be. It was no secret. She would be right on the front end for all seven furlongs of the race. She would have to repel challenge after pressing challenge and beat off her competitors one by one. It would not be an easy race, but she had been conditioned thoroughly for her appearance. Ripley patted her filly's neck, appreciating Cross for every ounce she was worth. You'll give them everything you've got, won't you pretty lady?
The women guided their horses down the path, relaxing in the saddle to show their mounts that today would not be a speed frenzied workout. How fast do you want to go today Ripley? The head trainer looked up, smiled as her eyes grew distant in thought. Just something to get their lungs opened. So I'd say four furlongs in :49 seconds. Gallop out the five in 1:01-1:02. They've both raced well in the past month and a half. No one can doubt the condition either of them are in. Reese tossed her dark braid over her shoulder, nodding in agreement. No one every questions Ripley's mad genius. Ripley let out a laugh, teeth flashing in the early morning light. You got that right.
The black filly and chestnut colt were more than on the muscle heading down to the track. Cross danced from side to side on her toes, whipping her black tail over her polished black rump. Her eyes blazed with fire and fury as she took in Mastermind. They had only faced each other in gallops, never in a workout. It would be a workout to remember as both horses could eventually qualify for end of the year honors and at the end of their careers, Hall of Fame honors as well. Cross snorted viciously when Mastermind sent an arrogant glance her way. He flexed his neck muscles, bared his teeth and showed off with a quick studish step. Reese murmured a few words to the magnificent colt, laughing with each powerful stride he took. This was a horse to be reckoned with. He had all of the qualities of a champion. He was only the second grade one three year old this year and he had done so by proving that champions should never be forgotten.
Cross was recognized for her fierce speed and power on the track. She and Mastermind had been the only horses at Witch Creek to take Breeders Cup races last year. They'd done so with authoritative victories. Ripley was not surprised that she was here at this point. Not in the least. These two horses had come to her with opposite backgrounds and yet their futures were so intertwined that this workout seemed like fate. Cross was the first of the pair to step foot on the dirt track. Her nostrils flared to the size of a tea-cup dish, her eyes glowed with the fury of a true blue champion. She strutted forward a few steps, glanced in Mastermind's direction then without a second of warning, Cross bolted. She squealed a furious challenge for Mastermind to play chase as she covered the ground with swift sweeping strides. Ripley allowed her to settle in. She would only have a workout that totaled a mile today. Four furlongs gallop, four furlongs workout. The horses did not need much to be ready for their respective races.
Mastermind trumpeted a challenge through pulled back lips and he crow hopped in the air when Reese did not automatically release him. Reese let out a whistle of breath when her fingers finally gave in. The chestnut statue stretched out into a lean, mean racing machine in seconds. His flame colored mane danced on the wind as he took her after Ripley Marsh and her demon filly. Reese clutched at the whipping pieces of hair, dark eyes alight with adrenaline and excitement. Mastermind glided over the dirt course as if he'd been born apart of it. He flew on legs the color of lava. They blurred beneath his toned body as they increased in speeds nearly uncountable or untouchable by a stop watch. Reese melted to his powerful frame as he roared up to run with Cross My Heart. Here was a horse unmatched in class.
Cross's ears pinned the moment Mastermind came up to her outside. Her smaller, lither frame hugged the rail with such precision that Ripley was nearly half over it. The auburn-haired woman's eyes burned with tears as the black filly screamed up the rail. She clung to her mount's mane, filling her chest with calming air. This was how it always was breaking with Cross My Heart. She dared her competition to chase after her with everything they had. She burned them up and spit them out when she cruised beneath the wire. She broke hearts. Ripley gently tugged on the leather reins, drawing the filly back and in. Cross tossed her savage head once in objection before she slowed down to match the pace that Ripley wanted. Ripley glanced sideways, nodded in approval when she saw that Mastermind had already been slowed.
The chestnut colt spread himself out over the track, head bobbing at Cross' pumping haunches. His eyes were relaxed as he settled into the gallop, held there by Reese's gentle touch. Her dark eyes glimmered with happiness as Mastermind moved over the dirt course. This fantastic animal was a monster to be running the way he was. He just played with his bit now, biting it as though it were the only thing from keeping him from pummeling Cross My Heart. Yet, he remained calm and focused, filling his chest with great breaths as he caught a breather.
The three year olds moved smoothly down the backstretch with Cross still in the lead. The slim filly was rating almost perfectly, just as she would have to do in the Star Festival which was loaded with every top speed filly in the country. Her hoofbeats sounded precise as they landed in the dirt, her eyes glimmered with barely contained excitement and fire. Ripley leaned close to her top sprint filly. Cross was out of this world fantastic and truly coming into her own at this point in the game. She moved like liquid fire and promised an explosion if called upon.
Mastermind did not budge an inch from Cross' haunches. He remained steady and calm, focused on the task at hand. This was what made the chestnut horse so great, Reese thought. He didn't even try for the first half of the race. It was his own innate talent that kept him up with Cross. It was his own innate ability that even allowed him to maintain this steady, hard pace without growing tired. Reese hunkered down closer to him as they drew up to the start of the four furlong workout. She had to force herself to think steady and strong, not blitzing and hard. This was to be a strong workout.
Cross My Heart and Mastermind moved as one into the first furlong of the workout. Cross' ears flipped back into her mane as her stride increased to meet up with the release of the reins. Mastermind moved up to her neck, stayed there on command, but increased his speed as well. The pair moved jointly over the dirt track, black and red limbs blurring i tandem with each sweeping stride they took. Cross snorted when Mastermind matched her pace. Very few horses could do so without a qualm. Ripley did not shake the reins at her, did not cluck, did not move a muscle. Cross was not going to get away with a flying pace today. She had to remember to rate calmly. The black filly would face this kind of challenge in the Star Festival. She would simply have to get used to it.
Mastermind moved closer to Cross' forehand when they rounded the turn with great strides. Cross cornered extremely well, practically melding herself to the rail on her inside. Ripley nearly cackled. This black filly was absolutely grand. Her style was absolutely perfect. She knocked Mastermind back a step with her turn, but did not increase her speed. Ripley mentally rubbed her hands together. Perfect.
Reese's eyes turned dark with concentration as Cross drew away to a half-length lead once more. The black filly was really and truly tough. She was incredible to say the least. But so was Mastermind. The moment the filly straightened out in the stretch, the chestnut colt swarmed down upon her like an angry hornets nest. His long strides covered the ground with the perfect combination of grace and power. His mane and tail blew backward so that he looked uncontrolled and free. Reese still remained quiet, allowing Ripley and her filly to dictate pace. Mastermind would do as much as he was challenged to give. So he remained head to head with Cross, meeting her eye to eye and not giving an inch.
The cobalt filly whipped across the wire a nose in front, fury gleaming in her eyes that she had not completely destroyed Mastermind like she had most of her other rivals. She galloped out with a short burst of speed, completely decimating Ripley's gallop out plan of 1:01-1:02. She galloped out in a firm 1:00. Ripley pulled her down, pulled her in. You'll have all the time in the world to take him on again Crossy Girl. I promise that. Ripley patted the furious filly's neck, smiling exuberantly when the black turned to snap her jaws at Mastermind's face. Reese ran a hand down Mastermind's pulsing red neck, a smile blooming across her face. You didn't say he was that good Ripley Marsh. Ripley shrugged as the pair headed toward the gap. No one ever asked. You didn't send him for the win Reese. We both know he could have tried harder to beat her. Reese winked at Ripley's sharp, narrowed eyes. Now he'll want the victory even more in the Star Party.
Ripley chuckled. I'll know the instant we hit the sixth furlong. Then I'll know if you made the right decision.
Reese laughed, patted Mastermind's neck as it bobbed with his enthusiastic walk. Don't worry. I haven't been wrong yet.
The chestnut colt danced beneath Maggie with quick, in-place leg movements. His eyes were bright and not hidden by the blinkers for the first time in his three year old season. The son of Speed Demon had worn blinkers in every workout and race so far. Today was different. He would not wear blinkers today like he would in the Star Party. Reese stroked the colt's shimmering neck, proud to aboard the grade one three year old. Mastermind wouldn't mind the switch back to blinkers at all in the race. Today, he would need to go slower. Today was going to be about quality and not just speed. Mastermind would surely know the difference. Reese had all the faith in the world in this magnificent colt.
Cross My Heart snorted rapid bursts of fog through her nostrils. Her muscles bunched beneath her raven-wing hide and she was practically leaping at the bit to get going. Her next start in the Star Festival would be key to how she performed the remaining part of the year. The black filly had finished second to older horse Sugar Jayde last time out, in between her victory in the Girl's Festival and this upcoming race. Today would be just as important for her. The Star Festival looked loaded with speed with rivals: Innocent Passion, a preceder, Midnight Sun, a front runner, and Sophie's Voice, a front runner or stalker. Everyone knew where Cross was going to be. It was no secret. She would be right on the front end for all seven furlongs of the race. She would have to repel challenge after pressing challenge and beat off her competitors one by one. It would not be an easy race, but she had been conditioned thoroughly for her appearance. Ripley patted her filly's neck, appreciating Cross for every ounce she was worth. You'll give them everything you've got, won't you pretty lady?
The women guided their horses down the path, relaxing in the saddle to show their mounts that today would not be a speed frenzied workout. How fast do you want to go today Ripley? The head trainer looked up, smiled as her eyes grew distant in thought. Just something to get their lungs opened. So I'd say four furlongs in :49 seconds. Gallop out the five in 1:01-1:02. They've both raced well in the past month and a half. No one can doubt the condition either of them are in. Reese tossed her dark braid over her shoulder, nodding in agreement. No one every questions Ripley's mad genius. Ripley let out a laugh, teeth flashing in the early morning light. You got that right.
The black filly and chestnut colt were more than on the muscle heading down to the track. Cross danced from side to side on her toes, whipping her black tail over her polished black rump. Her eyes blazed with fire and fury as she took in Mastermind. They had only faced each other in gallops, never in a workout. It would be a workout to remember as both horses could eventually qualify for end of the year honors and at the end of their careers, Hall of Fame honors as well. Cross snorted viciously when Mastermind sent an arrogant glance her way. He flexed his neck muscles, bared his teeth and showed off with a quick studish step. Reese murmured a few words to the magnificent colt, laughing with each powerful stride he took. This was a horse to be reckoned with. He had all of the qualities of a champion. He was only the second grade one three year old this year and he had done so by proving that champions should never be forgotten.
Cross was recognized for her fierce speed and power on the track. She and Mastermind had been the only horses at Witch Creek to take Breeders Cup races last year. They'd done so with authoritative victories. Ripley was not surprised that she was here at this point. Not in the least. These two horses had come to her with opposite backgrounds and yet their futures were so intertwined that this workout seemed like fate. Cross was the first of the pair to step foot on the dirt track. Her nostrils flared to the size of a tea-cup dish, her eyes glowed with the fury of a true blue champion. She strutted forward a few steps, glanced in Mastermind's direction then without a second of warning, Cross bolted. She squealed a furious challenge for Mastermind to play chase as she covered the ground with swift sweeping strides. Ripley allowed her to settle in. She would only have a workout that totaled a mile today. Four furlongs gallop, four furlongs workout. The horses did not need much to be ready for their respective races.
Mastermind trumpeted a challenge through pulled back lips and he crow hopped in the air when Reese did not automatically release him. Reese let out a whistle of breath when her fingers finally gave in. The chestnut statue stretched out into a lean, mean racing machine in seconds. His flame colored mane danced on the wind as he took her after Ripley Marsh and her demon filly. Reese clutched at the whipping pieces of hair, dark eyes alight with adrenaline and excitement. Mastermind glided over the dirt course as if he'd been born apart of it. He flew on legs the color of lava. They blurred beneath his toned body as they increased in speeds nearly uncountable or untouchable by a stop watch. Reese melted to his powerful frame as he roared up to run with Cross My Heart. Here was a horse unmatched in class.
Cross's ears pinned the moment Mastermind came up to her outside. Her smaller, lither frame hugged the rail with such precision that Ripley was nearly half over it. The auburn-haired woman's eyes burned with tears as the black filly screamed up the rail. She clung to her mount's mane, filling her chest with calming air. This was how it always was breaking with Cross My Heart. She dared her competition to chase after her with everything they had. She burned them up and spit them out when she cruised beneath the wire. She broke hearts. Ripley gently tugged on the leather reins, drawing the filly back and in. Cross tossed her savage head once in objection before she slowed down to match the pace that Ripley wanted. Ripley glanced sideways, nodded in approval when she saw that Mastermind had already been slowed.
The chestnut colt spread himself out over the track, head bobbing at Cross' pumping haunches. His eyes were relaxed as he settled into the gallop, held there by Reese's gentle touch. Her dark eyes glimmered with happiness as Mastermind moved over the dirt course. This fantastic animal was a monster to be running the way he was. He just played with his bit now, biting it as though it were the only thing from keeping him from pummeling Cross My Heart. Yet, he remained calm and focused, filling his chest with great breaths as he caught a breather.
The three year olds moved smoothly down the backstretch with Cross still in the lead. The slim filly was rating almost perfectly, just as she would have to do in the Star Festival which was loaded with every top speed filly in the country. Her hoofbeats sounded precise as they landed in the dirt, her eyes glimmered with barely contained excitement and fire. Ripley leaned close to her top sprint filly. Cross was out of this world fantastic and truly coming into her own at this point in the game. She moved like liquid fire and promised an explosion if called upon.
Mastermind did not budge an inch from Cross' haunches. He remained steady and calm, focused on the task at hand. This was what made the chestnut horse so great, Reese thought. He didn't even try for the first half of the race. It was his own innate talent that kept him up with Cross. It was his own innate ability that even allowed him to maintain this steady, hard pace without growing tired. Reese hunkered down closer to him as they drew up to the start of the four furlong workout. She had to force herself to think steady and strong, not blitzing and hard. This was to be a strong workout.
Cross My Heart and Mastermind moved as one into the first furlong of the workout. Cross' ears flipped back into her mane as her stride increased to meet up with the release of the reins. Mastermind moved up to her neck, stayed there on command, but increased his speed as well. The pair moved jointly over the dirt track, black and red limbs blurring i tandem with each sweeping stride they took. Cross snorted when Mastermind matched her pace. Very few horses could do so without a qualm. Ripley did not shake the reins at her, did not cluck, did not move a muscle. Cross was not going to get away with a flying pace today. She had to remember to rate calmly. The black filly would face this kind of challenge in the Star Festival. She would simply have to get used to it.
Mastermind moved closer to Cross' forehand when they rounded the turn with great strides. Cross cornered extremely well, practically melding herself to the rail on her inside. Ripley nearly cackled. This black filly was absolutely grand. Her style was absolutely perfect. She knocked Mastermind back a step with her turn, but did not increase her speed. Ripley mentally rubbed her hands together. Perfect.
Reese's eyes turned dark with concentration as Cross drew away to a half-length lead once more. The black filly was really and truly tough. She was incredible to say the least. But so was Mastermind. The moment the filly straightened out in the stretch, the chestnut colt swarmed down upon her like an angry hornets nest. His long strides covered the ground with the perfect combination of grace and power. His mane and tail blew backward so that he looked uncontrolled and free. Reese still remained quiet, allowing Ripley and her filly to dictate pace. Mastermind would do as much as he was challenged to give. So he remained head to head with Cross, meeting her eye to eye and not giving an inch.
The cobalt filly whipped across the wire a nose in front, fury gleaming in her eyes that she had not completely destroyed Mastermind like she had most of her other rivals. She galloped out with a short burst of speed, completely decimating Ripley's gallop out plan of 1:01-1:02. She galloped out in a firm 1:00. Ripley pulled her down, pulled her in. You'll have all the time in the world to take him on again Crossy Girl. I promise that. Ripley patted the furious filly's neck, smiling exuberantly when the black turned to snap her jaws at Mastermind's face. Reese ran a hand down Mastermind's pulsing red neck, a smile blooming across her face. You didn't say he was that good Ripley Marsh. Ripley shrugged as the pair headed toward the gap. No one ever asked. You didn't send him for the win Reese. We both know he could have tried harder to beat her. Reese winked at Ripley's sharp, narrowed eyes. Now he'll want the victory even more in the Star Party.
Ripley chuckled. I'll know the instant we hit the sixth furlong. Then I'll know if you made the right decision.
Reese laughed, patted Mastermind's neck as it bobbed with his enthusiastic walk. Don't worry. I haven't been wrong yet.