these old bones.

[Kirsten Jade]

Spitfire

<sub>Aaron clucked his tongue and pulled his mount into a gallop. He was atop Spitfire again, the oldest racehorse in the barn, well... him and Prize Me Proud. It was ridiculous that the two were still racing as 6 year olds. But if they are in good shape then why not? All of ARS' horses have pretty much missed out on a whole year of racing so they need to finish their careers off in a good way. And Aaron had a feeling that Spitfire might be one of those horses that would be racing again next season since there wasn't any rush for him to enter the breeding shed. ARS had a ton of great studs.

The firery red stallion picked up his pace and stretched out his stride. It was always fun for Aaron to ride these veteran stallions, they were much calmer and a smoother ride. As a juvenile Squirt had a much choppier stride because he was just a little guy that was always trying to keep up to the leaders. He was still a little guy but he had found his legs and knew how to use them.

Aaron quickly rearranged his position and leaned forward. It was time to run. Squirt picked up his knees and stretched out his neck. Off he went.</sub>

[Kirsten Jade]

Prize Me Proud

<sub>Aaron wiped the sweat off his brow. Phiew. That was a good ride. He smiled and faced the gap. He had another old fart to work this morning, this time on the dirt track. He handed off his mount to one of the hired hands and then waited at the rail while Melanie Mackenzie warmed up his mount.

He couldn't help but admire the young, cute litle red-headed jockey. She had a great style to her but Aaron would never admit to her that she may just be better then he is.

He flicked his crop on the tip of his boot and tried to wait patiently. He hated it when other people warmed up his mounts for him but it was the only way to be able to get all his rides in the morning. He sighed. Let's gooooooo.

Finally Melanie turned towards the gap and dismounted Prize Me Proud. It was Aaron's turn. He walked briskly towards the tall dark bay stallion and liften his leg for aid in mounting the tall boy. In no time he was pointing Polo towards the rail. It was time for a good workout now. This was probably going to be the stallion's last year of racing and there wasn't much time to get a few wins in. It was time to get to work.</sub>