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[Kaylin]

because here we come!

Mirabella ridden by Matt Moore and Cool Cat ridden by Jake Allen

Come on! Lets go Cool Cat! Jake said in a hard tone. He squeezed the colts sides, urging him forward onto the track where Matt was waiting with his mount. The colt flatten his ears and hopped forward into a jumping trot. We quickly made our way over to the pair. What are we doing? I asked, my deep voice tainted with tease. I knew that I was better than Matt, as I was the main jockey and the only reason he was riding today was that someone else had to help with working the horses, and Belle was not allowed to ride till another 6 months.
They both are maidens so that need something to get them rearing for there next race.... Hm. What about a mock race? 8 furlongs? You hold, um, Cool Cat? He said glancing at the dark bay colt beneath me. I nodded. He didn't even know his own horses! I thought. You hold him back till about the last two furlongs, and them allow him to start coming around Bella here. See who wins from there... Matt said with an competitive edge in his voice. I smirked and nodded. Sure why not. They have enough time from here till the race to rest I spook in a calm, cool tone. Lets warm up first. And we will start at the half point mark of the backstretch. Matt said shooting a glare at me. I just rolled my eyes and urged Cooley into a trot. As soon I was I gave him the cue he was after in a jumpy, chop trot. He was rived up about something. He was more rearing to go.
Matt watched as the pair went off and cued his own mounted to follow. Mirabella trot was more easy and graceful. She easily kept up with the youngster, staying nose and nose with him. Bella took after t he rail, Cooley on her outside. Both horses were ready to do with the riders gave them cue. Mirabella was the more experienced than the two year old. She raced six times, when Cool Cat has only raced once, placing second in his race. Sure Cool Cat was a colt and it was said that colts were better than fillies, more powerful, yet the girls could runner faster. Well that's what I heard though some buddies. Both Matt and I urged our mounts into a canter at the some time. Cooley pinned his ebony ears back when Mirabella began to out run him, and he tried to pull forward.
We started down the backstretch, and just as both jockeys hit the half way mark, they cued their horses into a gallop. Mirabella, the grey filly, shot forward, with Cool Cat running at her tail. Cooley stretched his body out, urging to go faster. He wanted to out run the filly, but I was just holding him back. He tugged the reins, trying to pull them from my hands.

[/b]Not yet[/b] I wished as I pulled you to Mirabella side and urged you to go faster.
Than I was getting second thoughts. Maybe it would be better for the filly to win. It would boost her self esteem and seeing as she was a three year old she had to break her maiden soon. Cooley had time on his hands seeing there were lots of maiden two year olds. But, if I let Mirabella win, Matt would rub it in my face. I studied the filly in front of us and smiled. Lets give them a run for there money! I whispered to the colt, and his ebony ears flickered.
I pumped my hands faster along his neck, urging him to go faster. He shoot forward, nose and nose with the filly. I looked at Matt out of the corner of my eye, and smiled. He was shocked. We could easily took over the win... But we weren't. The grey filly started to pull forward, and Cooley thrust his head out, trying to pull ahead, wanting to run faster. Then it was like the filly kicked in to over drive and bolted forward. Or we slowed down. I couldn't tell. No we didn't slow, Cooley was pulling to go faster, he had more in him. I gave him a bit more rein, allowing him to go a bit faster, but the dang filly just sprinted ahead, now a furlong in front of us. Dang it! I whispered harshly as we passed the 'finish line'. I pulled the colt down, into a canter. I urged him faster to catch up to Matt and the filly. He looked at me with a grin on his face, and an I told you so expression. The filly broke stride, prancing. She held her head high, like she was the almighty king. Well queen in this case. Whatever, I'll beat you next time... I mumbled. We finished cooling down the horses, but passing them on to the stables hands. We walked to the track entrance, waiting for our next mounts.[/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Kaylin]

Zamiel ridden by Matt Moore and Streaks of Passion ridden by Jake Allen

Why do you give me the crazy colt! Matt's voice boomed as he try to stay in the saddle. Because he is your horse! I said in a teasing tone. I smirked and urged my mount, Streaks Of Passion into a trot. The bay colt tossed his head and willingly took off in a trot. He watched the crazy chestnut colt with caution. I could tell he was uneasy with the colt trotting close, but we had to find someway to work them out. So what do we plan to do with this pair? I asked even though I had a plan to just trot one lap, than canter one. Something to just stretch their muscles. Um.. Im not sure dude. What do you have in mind? He said and gave me and unsure look. Trot a lap, than canter. These boys shouldn't need anything really to blow them out. I spoke softly and padded my mounts shoulder. Streak snorted and tossed his head. His ears were slightly pinned back at Zamiel.
Woah. Matt said, pulling the reins back, trying to get the colt under control. Zamiel was known to be a bit way when we got him so was expected some crazy things. He has kicked his stall door down, or to the point it needs to be replaced. And he gone after one our stables hands. But we won't get rid of him because he is a monster on the track. He loves to run and that seems to keep him calm. If he works or is on the track atleast twice a walk, even if it just a walk around the track he stays a bit calm and more relaxed.
Streaks watched the colt as Zamiel started to buck a bit, and try to nip at Matts foot. Cut it out you horse! Matt yelled and jerked the reins. Zamiel snorted, his red eyes flatten against his head and he trotted forward, a bit faster.
Streaks trot was a bit chopy and he tried to pick up speed, wanting to keep up with the wild colt. What horse am I riding anyhow? Matt said dropping back beside us. Oh my.... I said and just shook my head. I knew his horses better than him. That is Zamiel. He is known to be a bit wild and crazy, but he is one heck of a runner. I said pointing at his mount. Im riding Streaks of Passion, a grade 5 runner, but is one of the best horses in your stable. Well thats what I was told by your wife. I said with a mocking tone in my voice. Okay Yamiel. Now you listen to me. He said and pulled the reins a bit. Zamiel! I said a bit harsh. Whatever! He said before cuing his mount into a canter. I glared at him as he went ahead. Streak pinned his ears back and broke stride, wanting to go and catch up with the older colt. I smiled and urged the colt forth in a canter, riding up to the other pair. It isn't whatever. Horses are like people. I said, my voice coated with anrgy. He treated horses like they were just money and I wasn't going to allow it. The rest of the ride was silent. No one spoke till we had to switch off for our next mount.
As we cooled down the horses and handed them off to the stables hands, another young stable hand, Jack I think his name was came up to me leading Aliyana. Sir, Confianz-a won't allow us to tack him up... He said in his spanish accent. I nodded. Matt you go get him tacked and I'll work Aliyana. We will work Confianza with Beyond His Candy. Jack you help him.... I ordered and took Aliyana from the man. Which one is Confianza? Matt said a bit embarrassed. The yellow one! I called out to him

[Kaylin]

Aliyana

Easy girl.. I said softly as we walked down the track. The palomino filly was really jumpy and excited. She broke stride, prancing before trying to bolt. Woah.. I said pulled the filly down to a trot. We called her Ali, or Allie around the barn but the silly yellow filly was one of the barns favorites. She was the first racing foal out of Ebony Gold Lady, the first horse that got this all start. She was a calm filly must of the time, and was hard headed to train. If she didn't like something, she won't do it. I just we were lucky when she loved to run and trained like a charm in racing. She runs her heart out. She had lots of speed. We say she is the fastest animal alive.
She trotted down the track, a very other horses that I didn't know flew pass and the filly pinned her golden ears back, snorting. She was annoyed she couldn't run. You will get your chance I said as she broke stride, prancing. I pulled the runs a bit and cued the filly into a canter. Her ears flickered and she delightfully tossed her head. She easily went into a canter, just floating down the track. After cantering half the track, after a lap of trotting, I urged her into a gallop. Swiftly the filly switched into a gallop, stretching her head, pulling the reins to go faster. Her creamy mane blow in the breeze, and her tail was like a flag behind her. After we galloped five furlongs I pulled her down to a canter. The filly snorted and pinned her ears back as far as they go. She didn't stop, and pushed her self to go faster. No.. I whispered and pulled the reins once again. The filly slow, much to her dismay, and tossed her head and snorting harshly. Im sorry Alie I said and patted her neck as we canter down the back stretch. I cooled her out some more, before dismounting and handed her off to the stable hand that was waiting.

[Kaylin]

Confianza and Beyond His Candy

coming

[Kaylin]

Sweetness Unlimited

When we were done working the horses, it was early afternoon. Most of the horses were out in the paddocks, or in the stalls resting up for the big race. We walked towards the barn, down the rows of stalls before we came to the yearlings. Lets take them out to the paddock.. I said and grabbed Witch's black lead rope. Matt nodded and grabbed the other two lead rope for Lilly and Roy. I smiled as I came to the ebony filly's stall. She picked her head up out of the feeder and looked over at me. She picked her ears back and reached out to smell me. Its just me girl. I said softly as I entered the stall. Easy Witch. I whispered as I slipped the halter over her head and buckled it. I clipped the lead to the halter and gave the black filly a carrot. She was growing up to be a fine race horse. Out of a Grade one racing stallion, Sweet Sugar Cane and a grade 2 racing mare, Trust Limits she was bound to be something great. She held a special place in everyone ones heart, no matter how mean or hateful she could be. TBC