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Black Zephyr &&& Whitney Anam
First Class &&& Alex Shade

     Elaine led her new colt out onto the track. The stables had just gotten the Hall of Fame pedigreed colt from Grayson Meadows, and Elaine was pleased with the purchase. "Not half bad. Heard he did pretty bad in the Prospect races he's worked in so far, but I bet with a little bit of training we can make him into a racehorse worthy of his bloodlines," she said to head trainer Jerry Moule. It was true. The colt was the son of Hall of Fame stallion Everyday Hero and Hall of Fame mare The True Nut. Elaine had made an impulse buy for him and Spirit of Liberty from Grayson Meadows. "Alright Whitney. We don't know his racing style or distance, so lets plan on going for a mile run, at his own running pace." She ordered the jockey. Whitney Anam was Emerald Isle's only jockey at the moment, but with quite a few horses who would be coming up in the next few years, and the possiblity of some more two year olds, Elaine knew she had to hire more jockeys. 

     "Warm him up with a slow canter first before we go give him a few tries with the gates. I'm not sure how much he was worked with the starting gates before he was sold to us. Let him pick his own stride Whitney." She said to the young jockey. She held onto Black Zephyr's as she led him to the edge of the racetrack, and then made sure the jockey had control of him before letting go of his reins.

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Alex sat atop his chestnut mount by the name of First Class. The colt had a excellent, but rare pedigree and made a perfect Turf Triple Crown prospect. Alex had been running Chester through some of his warm ups and scanning over the track to try and find another yearling to work with that had a similar distance preference. Chester’s previous workmate Black Zephyr had been sold to a newer stable looking for good lines to incorporate into their stock and Black Zephyr fit the bill perfectly. So Chester lost his workmate, but Grayson Meadows figured it was for the better, the colt would cross paths with Black Zephyr too much and judging by how their prospect races had gone, Harry wouldn’t perform as well as Chester. They gave up the colt with hopes of someone else having the time to put into him, he did need work and with the right schedule he may be the colt to give Chester a run for his money when the time came for them to start their careers. It was a tough decision, but it was for the better, and although he was missed, he went to a great home.

Chester had a lazier nature, but he could run when you got him going. He had excellent speed that could carry him all the way to twelve furlongs. Although looking at him now you might not pick him to be a distance horse, although he had beautiful confirmation. Chester was scrawny and narrow, but he had muscles in his eyebrows. He was a fiery shade of chestnut and had skin stretched over each of his muscles making it look two sizes too small for him. To anyone who didn’t know him, may think he was an extremely active horse, but those who did knew different.

Alex’s eyes found a smaller looking chestnut, it looked like another yearling, hopefully whomever it was would be willing to work in a pair today. He pushed Chester into a canter and headed in the direction of the Chestnut.