Post by Cavallo on May 20, 2012 15:36:37 GMT -5
Nick Landing sauntered out from his truck as he walked up to the race track. It was a cool autumn day, and it was early enough still that a mist hung in the air clinging to his plaid shirt. There was a peaceful calm as he heard the usual thunder of shoded hooves ripping the track turf.
His eyes searched in the morning dawn , eager to find his mark. A smile lit his features as he watched, Kyle his youngest brother working a well-muscled, tall grey colt. He watched intensely, following their rocking rhythmic motion. They were already well into their warm-up he noticed as they flew by the first mile marker. With two furlongs left, the colt still looked fresh and held a competitive speed, intrigued he watched as the Kyle gave the colt his head and with an eagerness, the colt surged forward with a strong closing kick. Kyle pulled the colt in and looped him about, not worried about any other horses being on the track, they were the only living souls here this early morning.
Kyle began to sing his praises, as the colt tossed his head, walking at a brisk pace. His eyes shone with the hunger of a racer and the sheen of intelligence. This colt knew what was going on. He sensed the aroma of a race and knew that this was the training ground. Kyle looked up and saw the tall lean figure of his brother leaning on the outside rail. Come on boy. He clucked to his mount who was all to eager to inspect the newcomer.
Nick! Good to see you back on the tracks brother! Have you come to try and manage us again? There was a gleam of mischief and mockery in his voice as he looked down upon Nick. Nick smiled and offered a hand for the colt to sniff. The grey sniffed and excitedly nudged the hand as if asking for a treat or any form of attention.
Cosmic Warfare. He cooed to the 17.1hh colt. At three years he was in his racing prime and was eager to prove himself. You're doing quite well with him brother, he looks even better and more developed than his last season. Kyle nodded smiling at the approval he heard in his brother's voice.
Cos, loves the turf, a lot like his daddy and he's intelligent too, which sometimes makes him a bear to train. Once he thinks he has something figured out, I sometimes have to keep him from tuning out, racing him with others helps though, it keeps him on his toes... but as you can see from the work-out he's got the staying power and motivation to punch a good closing finish. Cos stamped a foot and tried to pull back towards the track, but Kyle steadied him as he remained impatiently waiting for the humans to conclude their business.
Nick looked the colt over, The Week Two Maiden is fast approaching...think he'll be ready in adequate time? Kyle circled the horse, keeping him from going mad with impatience as he addressed Nick, He's ready now, he knows when a race is around the bend. I'm hoping for a good placing for him, but he hasn't raced here at GHF for a good bit, so this will very much be an acclimating race for him..a good chance for him to get used to the competition here. Whatever the results of this Maiden , it will only be able improve him and add more experience under his belt.
Nick nodded. Why don't you go relieve that itch this poor fellow has and let him run his legs as he sees fit. Nick smiled as Kyle saw the challenge being issued. Kyle answered with a wry grin as he nudged Cos forward, who was all to eager to return to the training at hand...running.
