"Guess we have to breeze this devil sometime," Brooks stated from Ripley's side. The blond man grinned at the contemptuous look from his girlfriend. Ripley didn't like when he spoke of Note because nothing he ever said about the colt was good. The bay horse was simply a problem child. He had too much attitude and tended to be a pain whenever it came to anything about anything. Brooks didn't understand where he'd come by the nasty personality either. Glorious Storm, his dam, had been a sweetheart with feisty tendencies. Like A Cheetah had been spooky, but definitely not mean. Note just simply wasn't nice and Brooks had good reason to dislike him. The youngster had launched himself at Brooks the second he got off the trailer. Brooks could still remember the horse crashing into him. Only Mal's quick reflexes had prevented the horse from trampling Brooks to death. As such, Brooks had given up his designated yearling to David Carter. He intended to live until his baby was born. "Good luck," Brooks stated to Carter, slapping him on the back. The guy flashed Brooks a glance, but it was unclear what emotion was behind that gaze. Carter usually kept his thoughts to himself and held his cards close to his chest. It made him a good rider for In Front and for this colt. Note wouldn't be able to get the man riled up and would actually be able to run. David tightened his gloves, casting a glance over Note. The unmarked bay stared at him with intelligent eyes, his small ears focused on the man. Note's elegant head was turned sideways, assessing David as he assessed every situation. Note was not stupid. He had a brain and David looked forward to getting to know the speedy son of Like A Cheetah. His siblings, Acantha and Like A Lioness, had proven very fast and precocious and exciting prospects. From the looks of him, the same would be said of note. Carter shrugged his protective vest on, stepped up to Note's side. The colt turned his head, crinkling his soft skin, and bumped his nose to David's shoulder. David smirked, patted the horse's nose before Mal boosted him up. "I think you have his blessing," Mal laughed. The big Irishman led the way from the barn, careful to keep a light hand on the reins. He'd put the horse through a fierce boot camp upon arrival, not needing a dangerous stud around the place. Even Touch Up, the most wild animal, behaved better than the yearling had. Mal didn't trust him, but when the colt's ears pricked up at the sight of the fields and racetrack, the man relaxed slightly. No, Note wasn't stupid and he wore his intentions right on his face. It was lucky for them because a nasty, unpredictable horse would have had them all in trouble. David was surprised by the horse beneath him. Note was a slim looking animal from the ground, but riding him was a completely different thing. The animal moved with a stalking stride and his body seemed to contained a wiry power. There was no doubt this horse would be a speedy creature when given his head. Note did not prance or dance. He moved with an easy grace and a confidence that David hadn't been expecting. Note let out a whistle as he reached the dirt track, his nostrils flaring and his head darting side to side as he looked for other horses. "Not today, mate," Mal chided, unclipping the lead rope and stepping away. The horse blew through his nostrils, lifting his tail in absolute excitement. "Just gallop and turn him loose down the homestretch, Carter." David nodded, lowered the reins and stood in the stirrups. The bay flitted away, dipping his head in a movement so regal, David nearly requested a picture. Note's steps were cat like, soft and soundless over the sand. This wouldn't be his best surface, but his class, for he did have class, seemed to carry him over the sandy soil. David patted the colt's neck as he stepped into a long floating gallop. David whistled, causing the colt to spook briefly. He snorted again, but he settled down quickly, especially when David called for more speed. The wind blew the colt's mane back into David's face as he zipped into the backstretch. His strength was palpable and slightly surprising as he tore over the track. He really had a high cruising speed to him and he felt like it. Most horses you couldn't tell, but this colt was a whirlwind of energy and speed. David wrapped his hands in flying mane, thanking his brain for suggesting goggles against what would have been a biting wind. Mal and Brooks watched in surprise as the colt clipped off solid twelves for the first six furlongs. He was an impressive animal to watch because he got so low to the ground. He looked fast as a cheetah, his big chest leading the way and David lost on his back. Ripley was counting off the time in her head, her eyes a lit with excitement as the bay roared through the turn and into the stretch. David wanted to shout in his excitement as the colt skipped into high gear. This was a tornado of horse, his legs blurring beneath him as he dashed up the track. Yet, he felt as if he could go forever. David barely moved as the colt ran at an impressive pace. He didn't need encouragement. He felt as though he could go around again. As the colt breezed through the wire, Ripley released her breath. "Know who he reminds me of?" Brooks glanced at the woman. "Freeze." Her face broke into a wide grin. "There's our shot in the arm boys."
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