Post by Cavallo on Oct 14, 2012 23:30:19 GMT -5
It was a four horse race of some of the top older horses in the business. Fire Dancer had just claimed a win throwing the Native Flame daughter into the next racing category of Grade three. Lady Ophelia from PHS had been on a winning streak this season and had climbed quickly this season. Knight Rousseau was back with his owners and was also racing as a Grade three, under their own guidance at IR. This would be his first week back at his home stable. Nick knew the colt would be happy to be back, but he'd also be readjusting. Nick led the chestnut Oddside son onto the track as he then pulled himself up into the saddle...
Jay was hot to trot as Nick pushed the colt into a flying canter. His last outing had resulted in a disappointing third, but the colt had been well rested and he was eager to prove himself again. The field was full of talented horses and they would all be gunning for the win. Nick pushed the colt further down the track as the dirt flew. They were moving at a good clip as Nick guided his charge down the stretch. This race, Jay and Lady Ophelia would be taking the lead. Nick knew that they would have to be careful to not overexert themselves. Fire Dancer would be running mid-pack in the rear along with Knight Rousseau.
Each horse would be hungry and they would have to ride this race carefully and with taste. Nick let the colt canter and felt the tenseness loosen up in his stride. Feeling that he was ready, Nick eased out the colt and Jay was all too willing to take the lead.
They were sitting on twelve wins...one more and they would be catapulted into Grade One...where the real wins lurked, but first things first. Nick knew this race wasn't going to be an easy thing, but they were going to bring their A-game.
Nick felt the powerful surges in each stride the colt took, he gave the colt more and more and Jay responded each time, with more power, speed and determination. Soon they were simply flying about with a spray of dirt in their wake. Nick was feeling good as he rode the colt another two furlongs.
The chestnut was roaring down the track and Nick had to fight to breathe. He was surely a red bullet zooming down the track.
