Dangerous

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Dangerous  

Call Me Crooked and Alex Shade 

Alex’s hand brushed over Crook’s shoulder and she came alive beneath his hand. Her hide twitched excitedly and she squealed with glee. She threw her head and began to pace in her stall around Alex. He admired her muscular body, although Crook was definitely the skinniest of all of the two year olds in the barn, she was nothing short of athletic. Her pacing quickened and her eyes looked to bulge out of her head. She’d been given a rest after the Breeders’ Cup and she was ready to come back with full force.

He clipped her lead to her halter and walked Crook out of her stall. She pranced around him, and squealed again. She’d never been an easy horse to handle, and today was no exception. Alex put her in the cross ties and got to work quickly, pushing her in the right direction when she got too close to the wall for him to easily get around her. He was able to get her ready in a short five minutes compared to Passion Hearts record fifty minutes. He met the eyes of the black mare, her eyes held nothing but pure hatred in them and it send shivers down Alex’s spine. She was one hell of a racehorse, but she was seriously dangerous to be around in the current state she was in.

He looked back at Crook, who pawed at the ground and jumped this way and that, testing how far Alex would let her go. He backed her up a few steps and used a hay bale to leap onto her back. He slipped his feet into her stirrups as they walked out onto the track, Crook tugged hard on the reins, pulling sideways and testing Alex here and there. He’d probably turned her in at least sixty circles by the time they got out onto the turf track.

Currently there was no one to be seen on the track, just how Alex liked it. He pushed Crook up to at trot, which she eagerly delivered him. They ran through their warm-ups and Crook felt and looked great. She looked good before the Breeders’ Cup, but she looked even better now. Crook was stronger than ever and she was ready to set herself up for a dominating season. After all, she was the first three year old to hit grade three by a month and she had a title to live up to.

Alex slowly approached the gate with Crook under a hard hold, the filly stopped dead in her tracks. Alex tapped her rear with his hand gently and Crook threw her head, after some more pushing and prodding she did eventually go into the gate.

She was restless, her front feet danced and when the gates flew open Crook launched herself off of her back feet out of the gate and was flying in just a matter of strides. Alex held the filly back until she was at a controlled pace and she allowed him to. She was already halfway down the backstretch by the time he’d gotten her to that point. Her powerful legs tore up the turf and left it in her wake. She would be tackling Breeders’ Cup Filly and Mare Turf Sprint winner and stablemate in her next start. She was scheduled for a rather vigorous season and many thought that she may not be the same horse as she was as a juvenile looking at her half sister Prima Donna, but Crook was about to prove them all wrong. She flashed through the final turn and was beginning to gain her momentum into the stretch.

Alex let loose most of her reins and Crook was already moving. She extended her stride and was gaining more and more ground with every stride. She flew as if she had wings down the stretch, her feet barely touched the turf as she galloped through the air. Nostrils flared and ears perked Crook crossed the wire in a blur. Another solid work leading up to what could be quite the showdown. Alex patted the filly’s shoulder and they continued on to their rundown.