New Life

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New Life
Proletariat and Alex Shade
Blue Heroine and Andrew Martin

Proletariat leaped straight into the air, eyeing Tanner’s dog with intense curiosity. It wasn’t like he’d seen him every day since he arrived at Grayson Meadows or anything. Nope, this was a brand new day with brand new scary sights and sounds. His ears flipped around wildly as he tried to catch everything being said around him. Wiffy wanted to know just what was up around him all at once, and at times it made him rather scatterbrained.

Heroine was the more professional looking of the two, okay maybe not. The filly was antsy, crazy, onry and brilliant all at once. It was an interesting combination that Grayson Meadows had never really handled before. She didn’t have the stellar lines of a blue blood, but she ran and had the looks of one. Everyone of her movements were so floaty, which may have looked appealing to an outside eye, but in reality was one of the roughest 2 year olds to ride around the barn. Her trot threw you forward in the saddle rather than up, her gallop required that you had excellent balance and strong enough arms to handle her. Tanner had expected huge things from the stunning daughter of Wannabe Hero. Her times said that she should be excellent anyways.

Sam patted his favorite two year old, the sole colt of their two year old crop. Whiffy danced his graceful bay body out onto the track. He looked odd, he had the muscle tone of a quarter horse and the gangly legs of a two year old thoroughbred. His body looked like someone had taken several different horses and haphazardly sewed them together. Big things were also expected of the half brother to Native Flame. He was bound to grow into himself at some point, and when that happened he would look like a monster among twigs. Grayson Meadows hadn’t seen any of their own stock built quite like Whiffy, and it excited Steve to think of where this horse was going to take them.

The two would be running over the dirt today, Heroine bolted as soon as she found fit. It was a nasty habit of hers, and even though she had one of the best in the business on her back right now it still wasn’t enough to stop her. She took that snaffle inbetween her teeth and bolted down the track while being chased by Aaron atop her trusty steed and former race horse, Donut. This was child's play compared the stunt she’d pulled off just last week where she reared up and lost her exercise rider and took off down the track being chased by Donut and Aaron for a solid twenty minutes. Least to say she got quite the workout that day.

Once Aaron had retrieved the filly, Proletariat and Alex were ready to get the work underway and they were off. The two locked up and never gave eachother a second thought, both rating at the same cruising speed. Heroine pinned her ears in disgust at Proletariat, they rounded into the final turn of their work and she was tugging hard at the reins. Andrew’s arms ached, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It brought him back to the days of Passion Heart, not that the filly he was on was Passion Heart.

The stretch opened up ahead of the two of them and they sped down the track. Heroine’s ears were still pinned, but Proletariat had his ears perked up high. He was so relaxed out on the track and wasn’t paying his crabby workmate. Heroine found another gear and pushed past Proletariat, but just enough to get a neck ahead of him. Although Proletariat dug in for one final push and they crossed the wire just noses apart.