infinite motion [closed - Freeze!]

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INFINITE WARCRY AND AMBER BLACK

To ride this gentle giant was to be aboard a mighty ship on a stormy ocean. No matter how much the ocean tried to overturn the mighty ship, it kept on sailing steadily to its chosen destination. It was undaunted, filled with courage, mightily strong. This was Infinite Warcry in a nutshell. Ten wins in thirteen starts - had any horse been as impressive as that? Five wins this season, including the first two Turf Triple Crown preps, and the mighty Wire Finish Cup Turf. He was on his way to being named a legend, and he was the best Turf Triple Crown contender Amber had had since Wildly Natural. And she felt that they could do this. They could win the series.

Finally! Victory could be mine! She cackled out loud, and then paused. Well. That was strange. Glancing around the empty barn, she chuckled slightly before leading her gentle giant out and mounting up. Infini stirred as though waking upon catching sight of the track. The turf called to his hooves. He waited impatiently but never hurried Amber along, instead walking with dignity to the track and letting it grace his hooves. He whuffed in excitement and increased the pace of his walk. Amber was just cuing him to trot and then off they went at this sprightly pace. They were resting until the Kentucky Open in four weeks and Amber wanted to keep Infini sharp.

Their competition could be tough. There was Instant Success, of course. And then there was Frozen Motion, a colt they hadn't faced but who was having a successful season....Amber pondered this as she began cantering Infini down the turf. His rolling strides lulled her into a sense of comforting power and she grinned slightly as the furlongs passed.

[*Ripley*]

<sup>Brooks tacked Frozen Motion up with quick, confident hands. His blue eyes thought back to the happenings of last night at Witch Creek Stable and with Ripley Marsh. Boy was he glad to be able to catch a breather from the bossy lady. It had been a crazy last week, well from Wednesday to the present Monday. He didn't know what had made him decide to bring Frozen Motion over to Green Horse Fields, but he was happy that he would have an outlet for his current insanity.

Brooks looked at the muscular gray colt standing before him. He was the underdog, a mainstay racer at The Wire, but relatively still unknown at Green Horse Fields. He'd run once this year as a three year old at Green Horse Fields and had finished third, not a clear representation of his true self. His next start would come in the Stable Face Off against other grade four race horses. But that wasn't the main goal. The main goal was the Turf Triple Crown, against Infinite Warcry from Stride of Perfection Stables and possibly Instant Success from Silver Stride Stables.

Brooks looked forward to showing the racing world that Witch Creek Stable and Ripley Marsh could produce top runners on any surface they chose to run on. Frozen Motion's record so far was pretty deceiving. He'd run eight times this year, never finishing out of the money. He'd also won four stakes races over at The Wire. There was no doubt he was good, but was he good enough to face horses he'd never laid eyes on before. Brooks nodded. Yes.

Brooks mounted his dappled gray and stroked Freeze's face. He was such a gentle spirit, a kind one, one that Brooks looked forward to riding in the top races at Green Horse Fields and The Wire. And though he was the underdog, he was one of Witch Creek's best hopes for running in top races later on this year. Brooks was so pleased with the work he'd done and his part in this talented three year old's career. Every step they took toward the Turf Triple Crown this year, was another one he wouldn't have been able to take without Ripley Marsh.

Freeze strode strongly out onto the track, sun glinting off his dark and light colored mane. He made a beautiful image out on the track with his tail flowing behind him. Brooks glorified in being the one riding him once more and looked out. Freeze continued in his brilliant jogging stride up the track even as a black horse stepped up into a canter. Brooks immediately recognized the powerful figure of Infinite Warcry and his infamous jockey, Amber Black. It looks like they were going to meet up with the enemy on the track before they actually met in the race. Brooks urged Freeze to lift himself grandly into that bouncy canter of his and rode up to Infinite Warcry.

"Hey, Amber, right?" He nodded to her, blue jean eyes sparkling. "And Infinite Warcry. My name's Brookson Wells, jockey for Ripley Marsh? Brooks didn't bother holding his hand out to her. Their horses were cantering about much too nicely for true blue manners.</sup>

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Amber felt like she could be rocked to sleep by the wonder of this boy's canter. Infini really was a rolling ocean. He was smooth as silk and he was gentle as could be. He was her favorite colt and apparently also her most talented, though also the most lightly raced of all the other three year olds out there. Seriously, what three year old had only raced thirteen times and been as successful as this? It wasn't because Infini was fragile that he hadn't raced too much. It was because of the lack of races that had been open to him, and her unwillingness to pit him against older horses as a juvenile. Yet he had proven his place at the top and could beat older horses now with a good kick in their faces.

She was thinking of her future plans for the monster black thoroughbred when she was suddenly engaged in conversation by somebody. Blinking her eyes, she looked over, and what do you know - Frozen Motion, Brookson Wells, the package deal. The only rivals for the Turf Triple Crown whom they hadn't faced before. This was convenient. Actually, it was more than confident. It was like some supernatural being was smiling down on her. This was exactly what Amber needed - intelligence on how Brooks and his colt worked. To Amber, Freeze looked like a dapple gray Infini. He seemed to be light on his jockey's hands and was moving along prettily. It was clear there was a good bond here.

Yes, Amber Black. Nice to meet you she said, grinning slyly. And on Frozen Motion. Sighting out the track for the Kentucky Open right? I saw your names on the entry list. I can't say I was too surprised, given how you've been doing at The Wire track. That last win of yours was stylish. Oh yes. She was very well informed. Perhaps too well informed. Ah well. It wasn't her fault for being overcautious when Ripley Marsh had come back to play the racing game. And she liked knowing what was going on at Witch Creek.

[*Ripley*]

Brooks smiled casually when Amber recited the plans for Frozen Motion. Ripley had warned that Stride of Perfection Stables was extremely protective over their turf titles, but he hadn't realized how much until just this very moment. He nearly snorted and reached down and pat his mount's neck. Freeze was just cruising so effortlessly today, his usually very bouncy canter stride smoother than usual. The big gray was on his toes and very much on his game after the win in the Ultimo. He knew he was good and he was ready for the Stable Face Off.

Freeze eyed the black colt cantering alongside him calmly and at ease. He'd never seen this specific horse before, but he sensed a challenge. There had been no challenges yet for Frozen Motion. Brooks was sure a tough workout against one of the top three year old contenders would his Turf Triple Crown prospect up rather nicely for the future. Not that he would let Black know of his ulterior motive. Though she probably had the same motive for her powerful colt.

Infinite Warcry's last race was pretty impressive as well. You had to have been scared when Thunderstrike wasn't letting up. We face that one in the Grade Four Turf this weekend. He won't walk alone this time. Brooks smiled enthusiastically and Freeze bounded forward catching onto the excitement as well. Freeze has been doing great over at The Wire. I guess you could call the Stable Face Off our coming out party. Brooks was full of humorous sarcasm. He really wanted to workout alongside Infinite Warcry at the moment. He pursed his lips and thought carefully. So how about working these guys together? Only for workmate purposes of course. Freeze needs a challenge to keep at bay. Brooks cast an innocently charming look her way. Freeze would be a challenge to Infinite today. A massive one. There was no horse at Witch Creek, except perhaps Mastermind, who was training as well as Frozen Motion.

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Amber sensed an eagerness to just get going already. She grinned slightly and simply prepared herself to go. Infini was in tune. He prepared himself as well, though not in a way you could outwardly notice, only feel. Amber was in tune with this horse and he was in tune with her. The turf would sing beneath their hooves and they would blaze a trail to the Turf Triple Crown. He would win it. Finally the race would be theirs! It had eluded her for too long, and she was done losing it. She would ride to victory this year, or she'd try again next year. She wanted to be the one in the irons winning this. The fire of her passion was perhaps reflected in her eyes, but she didn't care. She just wanted to prove that the turf was hers. It had always been hers.

She grinned as Brooks referred to the Finish Cup Turf. Maybe not scared...challenged. Infini could use a good challenge. Sometimes I think he's a bit too lazy. He certainly seems that way off the track. Wouldn't hurt a fly. On it, though, well...there's a reason why he's named Infinite Warcry. Amber could practically taste the moment that came next. He was here for a reason, after all. He wanted a work with Infini. So when he gave her that innocent look and voiced the question she knew was coming she grinned. That sounds like a great idea. What were you planning on doing? She was pretty sure she already knew. Witch Creek had a huge emphasis on bottom and conditioning workouts. So was probably galloping at least a mile and a half before going for a four furlong blowout. Unless he wanted a longer, simple race, like ten furlongs or so? Amber didn't care. The longer, the better. Infini's stamina was a bottomless pit and the longer the race got, the happier he was.

Infini was currently still cantering with ease. He noticed Freeze's presence at his side but it didn't affect him at all. He was just too easy going to get all riled up over the presence of another colt. Amber wouldn't put it past him to start making friends with Freeze if she let him. He was just that peaceful. And she got along best with the peaceful ones.

[*Ripley*]

<sup>Brooks felt like he'd just aced his first test in coaxing Amber Black to workout with him. He couldn't believe it. All his life he'd been watching the great trainers and riders doing the work and now he was riding alongside them. It wasn't just about proving Witch Creek was a fantastic stable. Now it was about proving himself in a world of greats. He was a small fish in a big world at the moment, but he'd taken a step in the right direction this morning. And Frozen Motion was the one that had gotten him here to this point. He couldn't help but remind himself to give the horse a treat or two when they returned to the barn.

Frozen Motion was a gutsy colt and he wasn't feeling particularly challenged at the moment by the black to his inside. He was friendly, a friendly horse who had plenty of friends in the racing string, where typically every horse was more for themselves than for the herd. He liked the horse to his inside, found a similar heart beating alongside his. Freeze settled into a longer canter stride as Brooks leaned farther forward in suspense. He grinned at Amber's version in the Finish Cup Turf. He'd wished Freeze had been ready enough for the race. Buy maybe it was a good thing. Infinite Warcry could run in all of the tough races and then have to go through the rigors of the Turf Triple Crown. If Freeze kept doing as well as he'd been the last month, they would be more than ready to face him. Brooks pushed away his calculating thoughts and turned to the workout at hand.

They'd already cantered the track once, having gone a mile. Freeze wasn't breathing hard. Brooks wanted a measure of Infini's talent and wanted to give Amber a taste of Freeze's high cruising speed. He thought briefly. I'm thinking another lap around the track at a gallop for a mile. Gives them both two miles under their belt. Let's keep it steady though, not a draining gallop, cruise through it. Then a six furlong workout. Keying more speed to the end. Like a true turf race... Sound good?

Brooks surely thought so. Freeze was a master at handling himself now. He was coming into his own rather quickly this year. In fourteen starts, he'd only been out of the top three twice. In eight starts this year, he'd finished first or second seven out of eight times. He was developing into a machine. Brooks wanted to keep it that way. He nodded to Amber eagerly, waiting for her response as they rounded into the first turn once again.</sup>

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Cantering. Rolling along on top of the stormy ocean as though it was clear and calm. Nothing overpowering, nothing stopping, just Infini picking up his hooves and flying as he knew so very well how to. The black colt was feeling more and more amazing with each day. He was growing more into himself and he was nursing a new spirit for the track. With every win he grew to hunger after more. And never did he outwardly show this, except in the stretch. And then it was all over. Amber wished there was another race for Infini to run in before the Turf Triple Crown was actually upon them. But there wasn't. So Infini was getting more than a month off to prepare. He'd school on this track and he'd become even more skillful in this time period. Working with Frozen Motion was just a stepping stone. Amber knew she'd have an opportunity to race against Freeze in the Grade Four Turf race at the Stable Face Off. She'd gather more intell then.

As for now, it was time to go. They had definitely cantered a mile and Infini was doing anything but flagging. It was more like his stride was gradually uncoiling, and Amber knew it would soon be time to gallop. She listened to Brooks' plan and grinned. Yep. That was Witch Creek style. Bottom, bottom, bottom. Sounds good, let's go she said, almost airily. It was finally time to unleash Infini. Naturally, Infini was a bit of a slow breaker. He was in no hurry at the beginning of a race and always let other horses get way ahead of him. But that hadn't stopped him. He would come in like a freight train and then it'd all be over for his competitors. He spent the majority of the race cruising at low speed. He by no means was fast the entire way through. But if there ever was a horse with a better closing drive, Amber would like to meet them.

She eased Infini out into the gallop. Infini only took what was given to him, and then they were galloping. He had a long, effortless stride, and it seemed as though his hooves moved in slow motion. He seemed to be going too slow to actually be galloping. There was an emphasis on each stride, on each soft hoofbeat upon the turf track. Amber was crouched forward and motionless. They were going at his usual speed, which was just a good way of saying almost not fast at all. It could even be considered lazy, but Infini was anything but. He just liked to enjoy himself at the beginning of his races. What was the rush? He'd run his competition down later.

[*Ripley*]

Frozen Motion didn't bother sticking around with Infinite Warcry. He would be friendly with the black horse only up to a certain point. He flicked his ears quickly when Brooks leaned further forward in the saddle and simply slipped away. He moved casually, marching away to his own beat. He didn't do slow and smooth. It wasn't Frozen Motion's style. Even when he was the lone speed of the race, Freeze set a quick pace, well quick enough for his own satisfaction. Today was a day for the edge. The nicely built dapple gray carried himself elegantly over the track, neck bowed, light on the bit and bridle. Brooks grinned. He could feel the power surrounding him, beneath him. Freeze was a cadillac. A classy machine with a classy overall appearance.

Frozen Motion flicked his tail over his darker rump, eyes glowing as he marched over his much loved turf. The colt was in love with the track, in love with his career. Freeze was a well-mannered beast. For a moment the colt bounced into the air, all fours off of the ground, head tossing in excitement. He was suspended in air and then, it seemed to Brooks, he came back to earth in slow motion. Gray comet breaking back into that determined run of his.

Brookson Wells was merely a burr upon the beautiful horse's back, along for the ride. He knew Infinite Warcry would be a ways back there. Maybe five lengths? He glanced under his shoulder in curiosity and then shrugged. He knew that the Stride of Perfection Stables colt had a very, very potent closing kick. No mortal horse could have pulled his last race off. But he hadn't run into Frozen Motion just yet. Freeze had tricks upon tricks upon tricks up his sleeve. And Brooks knew how to get them out of his colt. Infinite Warcry was the best closer, but Frozen Motion was the best controller, the best pace-maker and timer of a race. Brooks was on autopilot for most of their races. He rolled his shoulders as they slipped around the track.

Freeze's rolling muscles extended and contracted as they whipped beneath his dapple gray body. The colt gracefully spread himself over the track, always maintaining that elegant prowess and keeping at a nice cruising speed. The gray horse was well within himself. Brooks tightened his fingers and Freeze jumped out, another squeeze and the dapple was back in control. It was a combination of business and games for this one. Brooks smiled. He quite enjoyed the ride. He knew Amber would be coming. The mile was finishing rapidly. But a little game of cat and mouse would be nice. He doubted Infinite Warcry would tool around back there much longer.

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The longer the distance, the faster they got. Amber smiled as Infini, about seven furlongs into the gallop, began to pick up speed. Frozen Motion was going fast and he was maybe seven or eight lengths ahead of them and running easily. Not that it bothered Amber. They would run the colt down with everything they had. He may be talented, but he hadn't faced Infini, and Infini was no horse to be reckoned with. Amber could feel the black colt focusing, could feel the thrumming power, could feel the extra release. The power in his hindquarters, kept coiled into a neat ball of explosive energy, was suddenly channeled throughout the colt's body. And suddenly the black colt was flying into the six furlong quick portion of the workout.

They were unstoppable. They were pure speed. The distance between them and their target would be chewed up and nothing would stop them from swishing right on by. This was potent speed and talent. This was Infinite Warcry, and there was such a warcry in his eyes to demoralize his opponents. Such desire, such need, such joy as he ran forward, sprinted forward, with still so much energy hanging around in his hindquarters. He didn't like the gap any more than Amber did. Amber let him go, sitting chilly, allowing his motions to control hers. She just let him run. He needed no mediator, no person to weave him around horses. It was just him and Freeze and their separate desires to race each other. He had his eyes set on his target and was hunting him down.

[*Ripley*]

<sup>Brooks heard the black colt coming before he even bothered to check under his arm. Not that he would have had time to check anyway. The second Frozen Motion had caught the sound of hoofsteps, the gray had simply leaped foward,a silver lion storming across his home turf. Frozen Motion was well in-control. Well focused anyway. The horses were glued backward, not listening to Brooks' soft chirping, listening for the enemy. Infini was coming like a freight train. A dark horse that snuck up on the enemy at the wire.

Frozen Motion dashed over the turf through the first two furlongs, not necessarily trying to run himself into the ground. He knew how turf races worked, long or short. He knew how to run perfectly with perfect timing. The gray beast was quiet on the bridle, waiting, waiting, waiting for the supposed predator to run up alongside him. It wouldn't happen until the stretch and Freeze would be prepared. The big gray was careful to keep energy stored in his dapper body. He moved economically, low the ground and confident. There was no doubt the power and confidence that Brooks and Freeze had in each other. Brooks didn't move. Freeze remained calm. Brooks asked the colt to drift a little going into the turn, letting off some speed. The final three furlongs...

Brooks pursed his lips, measuring his colt's pace. He was traveling beautifully. A wonderfully knighted horse. There would be a burning competition. And Freeze would be more than capable of tackling it. The cat and mouse game had arrived and Freeze had basically settled into a gallop, waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting was Brooks for the opportunity to burst forward and show Infinite Warcry and Amber Black, that Infini was not the only one with a good kick at the end of the race.</sup>

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Hunting. Hunting. Eyes focused on the enemy. Hooves reaching forward over the turf and springing off as soon as they landed. Glaring. A warcry in the eyes. The target drawing closer, closer, the turn rearing its head up to meet them. Their target was close, and Infini wasn't even hitting his real stride yet. Around the turn first. The big thoroughbred curved beautifully, just nudging up to the outside of Freeze, acknowledging that the gray had drifted out just a bit and not minding the longer journey. His monstrous strides chewed up turf and he was a well oiled machine. He was ready to kick it, and they paused for a bit just on the outside of Freeze as they went around the turn, black predator stalking the gray and letting his prey run, ever watchful and waiting.

The straightaway greeted them and off they were again. Amber eased out more rein and Infini took it eagerly. He was ready to roll and rolling he was. This was the end of a race, as he saw it, and he was running well. Though he could sense the lack of true urgency in his rider's movements and knew that this was just a practice race. Did that diminish his desire to win? Hardly. Infini always wanted to win, especially because he'd been doing a lot of that lately. And against this gray colt, it was no different. The winning margin did not matter to the colt. He just wanted to taste some more victory. So Amber let him run at his pace and prayed quietly to herself that it would be enough. She didn't want to overdo it but was willing to do so. She wanted to see what she'd be riding against in the Turf Triple Crown and this was an opportunity to see that.

[*Ripley*]

<sup>Here he was. Infinite Warcry. The three year old turf divisions best runner, except for Paradise Island and Instant Success. The black colt was quite a beast running side by side with Freeze. Freeze was just playing, keeping one ear playfully lagging around on one side, while the other was zeroed in on the competitor. There were three furlongs left to run. Frozen Motion was packing heat in that molten gray body of his. Infinite Warcry was on a roll at this point as they straightened. His strides carrying him fast in his momentum despite Freeze's drifting out. Brooks just shook his head though. Where Infini had momentum, Freeze was just barely getting started. Brooks ran his fingers through the colt's bi-colored mane and smirked. Freeze instantly came to attention. The dappled gray tossed his head and then when the signal came, that of Brooks dropping the reins, he took off like a powerful silver jet.

His body visibly lengthened and he burst away from Infinite Warcry, zigging inward as if he'd bounced off the big black rather than pushing his ownself. Frozen Motion lowered his neck, head pushing forward, eyes finally catching a blaze of fiery passion. The three year old Witch Creek representative bolted strongly over the grass, relishing in the kickback behind him, the wind blowing through his mane. The dappled colt was at his highest cruise control, barely blowing, strongly formed from races and bottom workouts. His tail flew like a cape behind him as he went faster and faster. Brooks was happy he'd remembered goggles otherwise tears would be pouring down his face. Frozen Motion let out a joyous squeal as his hooves found grooves in the grass and he gathered still more power.

The wire was coming fast now, Freeze's stride was elongating. He was relishing in his extreme stamina and ability to carry his high cruising speeds. Brooks held on, waiting for that always brilliant charge of Infinite Warcry. He was positive they would surprise the SOPS colt. No horse suddenly rebroke once they felt Infini's wild charge coming. Freeze did. He was a machine with deep gears. His competitive fires were burning. He would be Infini's greatest challenge. The dappled gray was 200 yards away from the wire, still pouring it on.

The gray and the black drew a crowd on the rail, watching the flying show. Silently cheering on their favorite. Who would be on top when the Turf Triple Crown came? Could Infinite Warcry beat Frozen Motion on the turf course in a workout? Especially against a more experienced, battle tested warrior? As the horses gunned down the race track, more questions were drudged up than answers able to solve them.</sup>

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Here was the Anarchi to her Impressario. Here was the True Enough to her Merry Bay King. Hell, here was the Cross My Heart to Midnight Sun. This would be her greatest challenger on race day. Not Instant Success - they had faced him before and tasted victory. Frozen Motion. The colt she hadn't faced before and who was accelerating forward thrillingly even as Infini's increasing momentum kept him stride for stride with the gray colt. She was surprised but at the same time not by the colt's sudden thrill of speed. They wouldn't be left behind. But this was beautiful. Freeze had something left and was pushing forward for all he was worth, keeping stride with her black machine. But Infini merely flicked his ears and continued forward, not bothered, just happy to be out racing. He was a competitive horse, yes, but he wasn't such a hot head as to respond deeply to a challenge. He was peaceful and serene even now as he was challenged for the win in a mere workout. And they would finish stride for stride with this challenger even if they could try to leave him behind. For he was worthy of placing that way against Infini.

Amber was unaware of the crowd at the rail or the times they were both running as they flashed under the wire stride for stride. She was only aware of her horse and the exhilaration coursing through her veins. Infini had only started thirteen times in his career. He had won ten of those starts, five of them this year. He wasn't an established champion - just a rising one. So naturally she wondered, just as those that made up the crowd did, how fast Infini could run and if he could really take the Turf Triple Crown, finally, for SOPS. Would her dreams finally come true? Would the son of Jessie James, who had placed third behind Merry Bay King and True Enough all those years ago in the Breeders Cup Turf, finally be redeemed?

A grin stretched across her face as she stood in the irons and slowly, slowly started to make Infini's stride coil up. The massive colt slowed at her command, tossing his head, lathered with sweat, but looking every inch a thoroughbred racehorse full of more. He had had a good run today and it showed in his physical condition but not in his demeanor. He would always love to run more and he expressed that now as he pranced in place and snorted for a stride before settling into a rolling canter. She looked over at Brookson Wells and grinned. I swear, Witch Creek horses work better than they race she teased. Every workout out of one of you and a crowd forms and stares. I must say I enjoyed that.

[*Ripley*]

Brooks was so pleased with Frozen Motion. The big gray lumbered along as they passed through the wire, his legs reaching and stretching. The three year old was developing very nicely. They hadn't given Infinite Warcry the white flag. They'd soldiered on and had managed to meet the wire at the same time. Freeze was already breathing easy by the time they hit the backstretch again. Brooks grinned at Amber. Her eyes were satisfied with her big black colt. Both of them were reeling the way a trainer is when the star pupil does exactly the right thing.

He shrugged, letting Freeze move on. It can't be helped. Our horses are muscle men and women. We really only workout at Green Horse Fields once in a while so we have to put on a show. Got to give the handicappers something to stare over. He winked, patted his gray again. God, he was so extremely satisfied. The Turf Triple Crown was just around the corner. Freeze was ready.

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Amber smiled and she, too, gave her machine a good patting. Infini was pulling up easily and his breathing quickly calmed. He was done with his run and was calm about it, though Amber knew he'd run miles with her aboard and not feel tired. There was stamina embedded in his pedigree somewhere and Amber knew she'd never tire of running this colt along. If not for his racing schedule this year she'd let him out to do an endurance run every two or three days for the fun of it. But they had a Crown to win, and she couldn't let him somehow get tired or injured out of letting him run for so long. She was going to be extra cautious. This workout had been perfect for today, but there was more work to be done. Two weeks until the Kentucky Open.

She grinned. Well, we've certainly made a show. Wait until the Kentucky Open. She could already see, hear and feel the crowd in her mind's eye, and it filled her with exhilaration. Anyway...until the Open...don't get injured. I doubt you'll chicken out, but don't forget to show up anyway. She grinned and sent a wink of her own at Brooks before smoothly gliding Infini away, slowing to a trot and then a walk as they exited the track. He felt smooth as motion and ready to go. Amber found herself truly looking forward to the Open. Though she knew the night before she'd have a hard time sleeping.