Race Horse Chapter 2
by Windcall
(Missouri)
Note from Windcall: Here it is! Chapter 2 of my book RACE HORSE! It's a big relief to finally get Chapter 2 on here, but now I need to rewrite Chapter 3 and write Chapter 4. I hope it doesn't take too long! Here's hoping that you enjoy my story, and please comment if you do!!!!!!
?I never would have thought that being in a race with such a fine, strong stallion so close would feel so strange. Why am I afraid? Is my heart speaking the future without allowing me to hear? The Owners often speak in low tones, and they seem to be on the verge of something new and suspenseful for the Red One and I. What could it be? Don?t they know how frightened I am??
Believer shook her mane at the infuriating crowd grouped about the entry of her stall. Intense cameras were flashing relentlessly, people were chatting stridently, the few babies present gave the impression of a hundred babies howling at deafening volume, and the air was so scorching she could scarcely breathe.
Hearing footsteps, Believer shoved her head over the partition to see who was coming. 'No way. Surely, he isn?t stalled next to me, she thought, groaning silently. I?ll just have to act like I?m some sort of an introvert who prefers masticating that? stale grain, putrid hay, and? Oh well, I prefer drinking that?. mosquito-infested water? Okay, I?ll chat to him!'
The deep bay filly snorted eagerly, pretending to be delighted to see the red stallion. Sprint peeked at her diffidently, and then glanced away in the direction of the people. He posed numerous times before the trainer finally contended that Sprint return to his stall.
By the time the horde of people and newspapermen had left, the sky had become incredibly black. The colt and filly were in both their favorite relaxing stances, with muzzle lightly resting on the dividing wall?s window ledge and left hind hoof cocked up lazily. Neither spoke until the racetrack grounds were thoroughly soundless. Believer began the conversation with a livening nicker and a vigorous shake of her black mane.
?That was a pretty good run today. Where are you from??
Sprint yawned and alertly flicked both ears forward, but did not lift his head. ?I live in Lexington, this state. It was an okay run, I guess.?
?Whadda you mean it was ?an okay run, you guess?? What kind of a comment on a good race is that??
?Okay, listen, Believer, here?s the truth. I heard our owners talking while we were in the winner?s circle and it?s bothering me.?
?What horrid things were they conversing that could bother a great colt like you?? Believer turned twenty diverse shades of crimson as the words flew from her mouth before she could stop them. 'Oh great, now what is he gonna think of you? A great colt, huh? And you thought that someday you two could be best racing buddies. Oh sure, sure, maybe now he?ll get your owner to breed you to him!' A little voice inside her head nagged at the filly as she pretended to attack the decaying alfalfa to hide her apparent mortification.
Sprint stared hard at Believer, frowning suspiciously, before pronouncing the compulsory message unhurriedly and unquestionably. ?Your owner and my owner shook hands on the deal that when we were finished with our racing career, when we turned four, that your owner would go into partnership with my owner and they would breed us!?
A rapid blackness closed over Believer as she felt herself hit the floor, hard. A suspended red shape zoomed in and out of her view before she utterly fainted.
