Post by dukeduke on Oct 26, 2008 7:48:44 GMT -5
Black - 8 7 5 5 4 3 4 6
Dee stroked The Black as he shied from a burly man shoving past him. Dee glared after him and shook her head. She heard a yelling from the race manager and she turned to look at him. it was time to mount up. Dee put one foot in the stirrup and hoisted her other leg over him. The Black bobbed his head, he knew what was coming. Race time. She clicked her tounge and he moved forward with a slight jump. The reigns, which were the green color of the farm, jingled slightly as she shifted them to one side to adjust the green and black saddle blanket with the number 7 on it. Then she was approached by a young woman and a buckskin mare. "May I escort you?" she asked. "I was informed he would attack another stallion." she smiled. Dee smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, you can escort me up there.". As she moved The Black around, she saw the other horses. This was an 11 horse race. When it was her turn in line, she picked up the speed, The Black's legs were held high at every step. As they pranced onto the fine dirt track, Dee smiled. The crowd roared as all of the horses walked past and lights flashed everywhere. The Black loved it. As they continued on, Dee looked over and saw MAtt standing there with Maddie held on top of his shoulders. "Mommy!!" she squeeled happily. "Blackie!!!" Matt laughed and waved. Dee waved back and then looked ahead again. It was time to load up. The only horse already in the gates was number 1. Number threee was just getting in now. Number 2 and 4 were causing problems. Dee sighed and walked the Black easily into his gate, until a hand ran up and yelled at one of the other jockeys. The Black whinnied shrilly and backed out. Dee glared angrily at the hand and then tried to load him up again. He went in easily and the door's were shut. As she sat there waiting, her knees being squeezed against the walls, she looked around her. All the horses were in except for number 12, who was refusing quite strongly. "Try backing her in!" she called from her spot. The jockey looked over and nodded, bringing her around to the front and backing her in, not without difficulty. Finally they were ready. She tensed her muscels, preparing to try and hold him in until it would be needed. The bell rang and the doors flew open. All of the other horses took of with a jump and soon the sound like thunder filled her ears. The Black immediatly wanted his head, but she wouldn't allow him, keeping him contained, but with the group. As they rounded the first turn, they began to fan out. Number 12, White Diamonds, was in the lead. Followed by number 3 and number 9. The Black was in 5th place now as they entered the backstretch. She could tell the Black wanted to catch up to the white haunches of the leader, but not yet. As they grew closer to the turn, Dee let The Black have his head. She bent closer to his neck as the speed noticably. They rounded the turn, with The Black now holding 2 nd place. White Diamonds's jockey looked back and brought out his whip. He pushed his horse on harder as the crowd roared wildly. Dee let the Black do as he wished, and he jumped forward. He was even with his haunches, his chest, his neck, his head! They were neck and neck, black and white, when they flashed across the finish line. Lights flashed all around her as Dee slowed her horse to a stop. "Good boy." she whispered in his ear. "You're a very good boy." she stroked his neck as she waited for the race results.
Dee stroked The Black as he shied from a burly man shoving past him. Dee glared after him and shook her head. She heard a yelling from the race manager and she turned to look at him. it was time to mount up. Dee put one foot in the stirrup and hoisted her other leg over him. The Black bobbed his head, he knew what was coming. Race time. She clicked her tounge and he moved forward with a slight jump. The reigns, which were the green color of the farm, jingled slightly as she shifted them to one side to adjust the green and black saddle blanket with the number 7 on it. Then she was approached by a young woman and a buckskin mare. "May I escort you?" she asked. "I was informed he would attack another stallion." she smiled. Dee smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, you can escort me up there.". As she moved The Black around, she saw the other horses. This was an 11 horse race. When it was her turn in line, she picked up the speed, The Black's legs were held high at every step. As they pranced onto the fine dirt track, Dee smiled. The crowd roared as all of the horses walked past and lights flashed everywhere. The Black loved it. As they continued on, Dee looked over and saw MAtt standing there with Maddie held on top of his shoulders. "Mommy!!" she squeeled happily. "Blackie!!!" Matt laughed and waved. Dee waved back and then looked ahead again. It was time to load up. The only horse already in the gates was number 1. Number threee was just getting in now. Number 2 and 4 were causing problems. Dee sighed and walked the Black easily into his gate, until a hand ran up and yelled at one of the other jockeys. The Black whinnied shrilly and backed out. Dee glared angrily at the hand and then tried to load him up again. He went in easily and the door's were shut. As she sat there waiting, her knees being squeezed against the walls, she looked around her. All the horses were in except for number 12, who was refusing quite strongly. "Try backing her in!" she called from her spot. The jockey looked over and nodded, bringing her around to the front and backing her in, not without difficulty. Finally they were ready. She tensed her muscels, preparing to try and hold him in until it would be needed. The bell rang and the doors flew open. All of the other horses took of with a jump and soon the sound like thunder filled her ears. The Black immediatly wanted his head, but she wouldn't allow him, keeping him contained, but with the group. As they rounded the first turn, they began to fan out. Number 12, White Diamonds, was in the lead. Followed by number 3 and number 9. The Black was in 5th place now as they entered the backstretch. She could tell the Black wanted to catch up to the white haunches of the leader, but not yet. As they grew closer to the turn, Dee let The Black have his head. She bent closer to his neck as the speed noticably. They rounded the turn, with The Black now holding 2 nd place. White Diamonds's jockey looked back and brought out his whip. He pushed his horse on harder as the crowd roared wildly. Dee let the Black do as he wished, and he jumped forward. He was even with his haunches, his chest, his neck, his head! They were neck and neck, black and white, when they flashed across the finish line. Lights flashed all around her as Dee slowed her horse to a stop. "Good boy." she whispered in his ear. "You're a very good boy." she stroked his neck as she waited for the race results.