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[Ripley]

<sub>[INFO: Not a Training Post. Just a Casual Jaunt]

Ripley and Brooks were quite happy today. Mostly because every single one of the barn's horses were doing quite well. Sweeto Cheeto had shown an affinity for the steeplechase races finishing second against of the top steeplechase horses in the business. Witch Creek had only one starter in June Week Three at The Wire in Dazzling Dame, who was making her third run in the Veritas Stakes Series. It gave the staff time to relax and work with the upcoming yearlings for Year Thirteen.

Horses cantered around the track, gleaming in the early dawn light. It was fantastic to be at The Wire during training hours, especially when Witch Creek never came around for said hours. Rarely was it that they trained at The Wire. Cheeto needed the Steeplechase track and was stabled at The Wire on the weeks of his races. They had four yearlings to get out and about today. Four to introduce to the clockers as future prospect stars for next year. Ripley was quite at ease with the publicity she drew every time her stock came to the track. It actually excited her in a way, reminded her that she was important in some part of the world.

Ripley grinned at Brooks, who was grinning at her in return. You're excited for this aren't you? Ripley let out a laugh that sent shivers up his spine. It was amazing to hear the usually closed in woman laugh. Well when I have the first daughter of The Devil and the second of Royal Assault in tow I am. Brooks shook his head when instantly a few people along the rail turned around, ears tuned to catch Ripley Marsh's voice. Their eyes were bright in acknowledgment of her words. They craned their necks to look beyond her. Ripley winked at Brooks and turned as well.

Four yearlings, led by Maggiletti Reynolds and future Witch Creek jock Justin Santiago, marched toward with their bodies practically gleaming in the sunlight. Prima Donna and The Devil's Hourglass instantly garnered attention. They couldn't help it. Ripley felt chills rush up her spine. Seeing Hourglass here was something else. The dark bay filly looked like a mirror image of her famous dam. And Prima Donna strutted pushily, tugging mightily on Justin, lighter in color, but just as powerful as Royal Assault.

The other two horses, the proud gray and the lean legged chestnut, were just as awesome a picture as their barn mates. However, they weren't as known by their parents. Sincerely Yours dipped his head and licked Justin's shoulder, causing the kid to jump and spook Limited Edition. The chestnut leaped in the air, squealing like his true coltish self. Sin simply looked at him and then tossed his thick mane.

Ripley and Brooks laughed and smiled. These four were representative of their yearlings, but one, Supernatual, had stayed home for the day. The maximum sabino filly had a few cuts on her legs near her coronet band and they hadn't dared travel with her.

The press nearby was a buzz of action as they processed the sight of the next generation of Witch Creek horses. Brooks and Ripley each stepped up to their horses, Hourglass and Sin respectively, and mounted. Maggie eagerly swung aboard Limited Edition and Justin proudly leaped into Prima Donna's saddle, slippery as a fish.

The quartet parted the interested onlookers and stepped onto the dirt track. Ripley patted Sin's glossy gray neck and looked about. Maybe someone else had their yearlings out to show off.</sub>

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[Cavallo]

<sub>Year Twelve was half way over and now was the time to start bringing out the yearlings for more acclimation purposes. Nick felt about a giddy as little boy on the day of Christmas. He didn't know what was so exciting about showing off his yearlings, but there was no denying it. The more he thought about it, the more clear it became.

These yearlings were the future of Intrepid. Nick looked back to hear the screams from behind. Jeff Saunders was leading the parade of yearlings with his sole charge, Anodyne. The tall bay thoroughbred was lean and young, but you cold tell from his frame that the dark colt was going to be a tall hulking monster. Muscle rippled on his lean young frame as he turned to answer Samhain's screams from behind. The two colts were separated by the three other yearlings caught in the cross-fire. Jeff snapped the Augusto son's lead. The colt's ears flattened in frustration, but he temporarily surrendered and followed Jeff's leading. Behind the unruly Augusto son walked Kyle with his two charges. The pair of bays were beautiful. The filly was more slender in her frame and boasted of a single star on her forehead. Her gaze took everything in, she had the look of royalty and currently a look of disdain for the loud colts. She clearly wasn't buying into their riot. Kyle patted Acantha's neck and the Like a Cheetah x Rosalind daughter arched her slender and refined boa. For a filly, she was bulkier than normal, but still had the look of a filly. Nick had a suspicion that she'd grow to be a tall gal. Acantha's partner was none other than the current half-brother to G1 Comeuppance. Sired by the current successful stud, Touch Up, the bay colt was also half-siblings with The TT contender The Winning Touch, and Fiery Touch. He is also half-siblings with The Devil's Touch, the BC Juvy Fillies Winner. The bay colt snorted and danced sideways a little bit, but Kyle kept the colt moving forward. He smiled as watched the people on the track look at their yearlings. iT felt so satisfying to see the looks of admiration. Walking like a show horse behind the other three. The bay colt was certainly a sight to behold, there were whispers about the colt, questions being asked, but none knew the answers. The colt was from unknown lines, but that didn't seem to damper the colt's spirit, but the sprinter bred colt's passion paled in comparison to Samhain's in the rear. Adele made sure to keep Mainspring a good distance in front of the rambunctious Warlock son. The black colt could see the bay Anodyne up ahead and Michael had his hands full keeping the colt in check, but he was managing.

Nick smiled, well they certainly weren't making a quite appearance on the tracks. Nick walked along the outside of the line, looking over each yearling. Next year would indeed look promising. He paused and watched the motion of each, every yearling seemed to be traveling with ease on the track. Briefing Samhain and Anodyne would be distracted from each other when a horse on the track would breeze by. It was certainly a sight to behold and Nick couldn't help, but feel the rush of pride he had in his stock. Looking over the track suddenly he saw that Intrepid wasn't the only stable out exposing the yearlings. He smiled when he spotted none other than Ripley Marsh and her crew. She had four yearlings parading on the track and one of them he'd heard was the first daughter of The Devil's Touch. He watched their stock. They all looked fantastic. He noticed then that his crew was drawing close to Witch Creeks and he jogged, catching up to Jeff and Anodyne who were leading their little jog. Hold up Jeff. I don't want Anodyne going for any throats today. Jeff nodded and paused the colt. Nick walked ahead and waved down Ripley.

Hello there! Nice to see you guys out about! He walked closer and looked over their yearlings as he drew closer.</sub>

[Ripley]

Ripley, Brooks and the rest of the crew walked contentedly about the track. Ripley, her witch green eyes never still, made sure to keep her crew in line. Sincerely Yours proceeded along beneath her, the gelding not flashing any of his old stud behaviors, with his own dark eyes sweeping over the track. He hopped a bit, whisking his tail back and forth over his lightly dappled haunches. Sin was a good horse, a solid horse. No one was quite sure what he would be like when he raced. He still displayed the fire of old when he was being ridden, but only at Witch Creek's home dirt track. He was cautious here and was the first horse to notice the oncoming assault of yearlings.

Limited Edition let out a screaming neigh in their direction, bowing his proud neck line and mouthing the bit. He was a hot one and he pranced fluidly beneath Maggie. He was geared to run around the mile with his hot temper and he was very interested in the horses coming up alongside them. Maggie reined the horse in and he soon was doing sidepasses to the left and right. Justin purposely moseyed up alongside her mount with Prima Donna. Prima was a huge filly, especially for a yearling, but she was exceedingly ribby because of it. She pushed Limited Edition so hard that he had to come to a complete stop. Ripley approved of the Royal Assault filly's tom-boyish manner. It was good to see some guts in a filly.

Ripley grinned a huge smile in Nick's direction. She loved Intrepid Racing's staff. They had a good attitude about them, prideful but not pompous. And well, they'd also sold GS Royal Crown,Bella Luna and Screaming Mimi to them, so Ripley couldn't have any hard feelings. However, she did smirk and think that Intrepid had lost out on those three sales. Ripley noted the dramatic appearances to Intrepid's yearling. All of them were stoutly bred and all of them had been featured in the annual yearling calender that came out every year. She recognized the Touch Up colt immediately. He would have a great future ahead of him if he followed along the lines of his three half-sisters. Intrepid owned Touch Up now, but Ripley had managed to snag life time rights to the stud. She missed the bold stallion greatly.

When Nick flagged her down, Ripley asked Sin to pick up a light jog. The dappled gray bowed his neck and did as she asked. He was the most malleable of the quartet and probably of Intrepid's horses as well. Hey Nick! Same here. We haven't been by training hours in ages. Home training seems to be working just fine for us! Ripley grinned. She was so proud of her crew and her race horses. Yes, training at Witch Creek Stable was definitely working. Especially for the turfers. Ripley's bright green eyes flashed over the powerful yearlings from IRS. What a crew! You know people are talking about the Year Twelve crop as if it's going to be the year of complete domination, but I myself am quite excited for next years lineup.

A squeal of emphasis rose up behind her. Ripley glanced back and narrowed her eyes. The problem of Year Thirteen's two year olds was currently bucking and rearing beneath Brookson Wells. The Devil's Hourglass was a conundrum. She snaked her head around, diamond glimmering beneath her thick black forelock. She was built like a colt, just like her dam. It was like looking in a mirror from a previous time. Chills flew up Ripley's spine again as Hourglass reared and screamed, eyes glowing with her mother's rage. Brooks held the filly in her rear, not letting her down. Ripley turned back to Nick and grinned. May I introduce to you The Devil's Hourglass? Witch Creek's future pride and joy over the turf.

[Cavallo]

<sub>Nick smiled as Ripley drew close. he recognized the grey colt she rode. He himself had procured the yearlings and two year olds from The Wire's Annual Original sale. He liked to think he had a good eye for horseflesh and the horses from the sale were only proving his abilities. Red Herring was from that sale, as was Midnight Sun and all were doing great so far. Nick himself had withheld a bay yearling, Mainspring whom Adele was leading now. He smiled...he'd cheated the system a little when he'd seen the colt and he didn't feel even the least bit guilty about it.

He turned back to the crew and motioned for them to mount up and Kyle broke from the line leading Acantha and In Front. The two traveled nicely and Acantha was just simply glad to be out from behind the brash Andodyne. Kyle smiled up at Ripley as he handed In Front's reins over to Nick and then stepped back and mounted up on Acantha.

Nick smiled and rubbed In Front's forelock. Out of all the yearlings, Ticker here was the most affectionate and well-mannered, but then with stablemates like Anodyne and Samhain that wasn't hard to accomplish. He grabbed the saddle and thrusted himself off of the ground, finding his seat. The yearling tossed his head slightly, but minded himself. Nick had worked diligently with the Touch Up son. He was Touch Up's first son and Nick didn't know how the colt would behave. With his sire's temperamental nature he'd worked and handled the colt regularly. Flight of Fancy had been an amazing dam as usual and the colt had turned out to be robust, lion hearted and loyal. Their work was paying off. He gathered the reins as Ticker reached out in interest to the grey colt in front of him. He sniffed and snorted, taking in the new equine, ears swiveling with all of the action. He'd blocked out the bugling Samhain and responding Anodyne. Jeff was in the saddle and keeping the colt front facing, not daring to allow the Augusto son to turn and unleash upon the Warlock colt. Nick smiled again in greeting to Ripley and followed her gaze to The Devil's Touch's first foal. He took The Devil's Hourglass in. The filly had the look of a monster as though she would devour any horse or person that came to close. The filly reminded him of his own Atalanta...and that was a compliment.

Looks like Brooks has his hands full over there. How'd she do with saddle training? He wondered out-loud, he had a sneaky suspicion that that had been an eventful training day. Ticker shifted calmly beneath him. The colt was behaving so well, but he knew his crew needed to start moving soon or Anodyne and Samhain would go for throats of the nearest horse.

Your crew going for a jaunt? If you don't mind sharing the track I'd love to work alongside you and your crew...would that be ok? I'd love to catch up with you and Brooks and I'm sure Michael will want to ask how Bella Luna is doing... He smiled as he looked back at Michael who was trying every trick in the book to keep the black Samhain from breaking from formation. He chuckled.</sub>

[Ripley]

<sub>Sincerely Yours pinned his ears at In Front's curious face. The light dappled gray could be such a gentlemen and other times such a surly rattlesnake. Ripley ran her fingers through his dark gray mane. Sin tossed his head, baring his teeth and whisked his tail over his rump. The calls from the other two colts were starting to get his old studdish blood up. Ripley grinned as he lifted his right hind in a sharp cow kick, a warning. Ripley looked over shoulder to see if Brooks was still having problems with Hourglass. Ripley shook her head. Under tack, she was all her mother.

The burly filly was being whipped in tight circles, bent so perfectly that her long black tail and nose practically touched. The yearling filly had been an angel and to Ripley's correct predictions had become quite the monster. Her dark eyes blazed in defiance and her delicate head suddenly snapped up in rage, planting her hooves emphatically into the loamy track. Brooks' face split into a wide grin. Don't you just love her Ripley? He looked at Nick, blue eyes sharpening in friendly male competition. Oh trust me I can handle my women. Ripley's face flushed and she walked Sin away. Brooks sent a wink at Nick. Oh, she was all her mother that first day of saddling. Ripley just hops on Sin and he's an ol' pro. My gal decides to take off all the way from the barn in order to play chicken with the rail lining the dirt track. All her mother. And dang if that doesn't make me just the happiest man in the world.

Maggie petted Ed's blazing red mane. Oh the leggy yearling was a looker. At the moment he was looking like a cobra about to strike. The two colts from Intrepid were causing ruckus and Limited Edition didn't like ruckus very much. Justin barely had Prima Donna under control. The filly shook mightily beside Ed, dark eyes fired up. Her ears were pinned back in her mane and her eyes flashed dangerously. She was straining to get to the boys. Justin turned her away and trotted her up the track. Her movement was as smooth as glass. Her large form drew attention and Justin flushed. He liked being the center of attention.

Ripley watched her young apprentice ride Bee's second filly up the track. Prima was very much like Dazzling Dame and Justin had worked wonders with that filly within a matter of months. She turned her clever eyes to Nick and grinned. She liked him. He was definitely useful and he knew horse flesh. We'll try to keep the excitement down for a change. So loosely defined we are attempting a "jaunt." Brooks reined in Hourglass to stand beside Sin. Sin reached over and played with the fiercely annoyed filly's forelock. And yes you may Nick Landing. We've been hearing rumors about these next two years of weanlings and yearlings from IRS. Plus that Alluring Assault is carrying a banner for you guys. What's she like to work with? Ripley's voice brimmed with excitement. She may be a horse trainer, but she still had the fan girl's heart.

Brooks cast a glance back to Micheal who was riding a just as surly looking horse as Hourglass. He needed to get some tips from him about Lulu. The blonde nodded to Nick and Ripley and guided his thick chested, broad shouldered yearling toward Micheal. I need some advice about Bella Luna... he called.</sub>

[Cavallo]

<sub>In Front was used to snake like responses and he simply shook his mane and ignored the grey colt. He turned his attention to the The Devil's Hourglass, whom Sin was pestering, but Nick nudged the colt and snapped him from the temptation of meddling with the filly. He paid attention to Brooks entertaining account of Hourglass' saddling experience and knew that it had to ring with truth. One just had to look at The Devil's Hourglass and know that she probably wasn't the dream horse to ride initially. His eyes rested appreciatively on Brook's mount. Hourglass was going to be an interesting filly to watch develop.

He allowed the Touch Up son to come alongside Ripley, with Brooks on her other side. He smiled at the couple, they worked so well together, he almost had to hide his jealously. He glanced back when Brooks did, to see Michael barely maintaining his seat on the black colt. The colt usually wasn't this difficult to ride, but Sammy had to just catch wind of Anodyne and all levelheadedness was out the door.

He was just keeping his seat after the colt half reared, when Brooks appeared next to him on an equally thick chested filly. Nick watched Brooks ride Hourglass over to Michael and Samhain and he tried to not get uneasy. Like Ripley had said, he hoped the excitement would be kept low. Michael looked up and smiled at Brooks and his question. He was glad that Brooks had asked him about Bella Luna...he was going to ask him, but now that the opportunity had presented itself...well... He made sure Sammy was minding himself as Hourglass came alongside the black. Distracted briefly from Anodyne by the filly, the colt became more manageable, though his ears flattened and his teeth clacked at the other yearling filly. Easy Sammy...Hey Brooks! I was hoping to talk about Bella Luna...you need help with her? What's up? He asked concerned about his former ride. He'd loved the sweet filly and had heard she'd settled in well at Witch Creek, it made him wonder what could possibly be going wrong for Brooks to come asking him for advice.

Jeff decided to use the brief distraction Hourglass had presented to push Dye forward and put some distance between Dye and his arch rival Samhain. The bay colt was built like a tank. Thick chest, long, sturdy legs, and an intelligent head, Anodyne was built to run and to run well. Nick watched as Jeff took Dye out of the formation and cruise up ahead at a lively canter. It was a good idea. Dye wasn't exactly a friendly social horse, but it was clear he was always thinking. He would be a hard colt to train, but Nick was sure that it would be worth it.

Jeff's eyes locked onto Prima Donna and her rider and as his did, he felt Dye doing the same. Jeff tried to ease the brakes on the colt, but Dye wasn't having it. He threw a violent thrust of his head and came right alongside Prima and Jeff said a prayer as he got control again of the colt. Jeff smiled apologetically at Justin. Sorry man...Dye here really isn't a listener...

Nick watched his crew carefully, but couldn't help but be drawn in by Ripley's question about Alluring Assault. Nick's heart warmed as he kept Ticker in check alongside Sin and Ripley. The colt huffed his annoyance....Sin wasn't much fun. His eyes looked alertly on the goings on and he tugged slightly for his head, but Nick made the colt mind. He snapped his tail in disapproval, but minded. He turned again to Ripley, Alluring Assault. She's a mystery even to me! He shook his head in happy disbelief. I don't know what it is about this year, but something has really clicked in this mare's head. She was a grade three when she came to me with a lot of places and thirds, but not the wins...She's a dream to ride that's for sure. At six years of age, Allure was a mature mare that had seen about every trick in the book on the race tracks and knew herself, knew how to run and now it seemed...how to get the wins.

We were extremely disappointed with her performance in the Breeder's Cup Filly and Mare Turf...a 7th place finish out of eight...and at five years of age, we were seriously considering retiring her....but we didn't. I just couldn't do it...I don't know what it was, but when January rolled around, she came back with a vengeance. He nudged Ticker again who was pondering nipping Sin, but stopped the act before it happened. All I can say now about Allure is that never in my life, have I had a horse make such a come back as Allure has in this season and the Breeder's Cup will hopefully have much different results this year before she retires. He smiled. He was proud of his mare and hoped that others could see what he saw in Allure.

What about you Ripley? Look at what you've done this year so far with Mastermind and Frozen Motion...it's impressive...what are they like?? He'd been following the two colts closely and even he was extremely impressed with how far the two horses had come this year, especially Frozen Motion.

Adele nudged Mainspring up alongside Acantha and Kyle. The bay filly tossed her head disdainfully at Jett and Adele, but Kyle kept the filly under wraps. Quite the event huh? Kyle turned to Adele. The tall blonde laughed and smiled as she herself took in all of the yearlings parading on the track. Yes quite...Hey that yearling looks mighty interesting. She gestured to the chestnut with the woman on-board from Witch Creek. Kyle followed her gesture and took Ed and Maggie in....Well, why don't we get a closer look at the competition...? He smiled and guided his Rosalind filly up to Ed and Maggie, Adele was fast on their heels coming along the other side of the chestnut. Hello there...I'm Kyle... a pause as he looked to Adele. Adele blushed at the brazenness of their approach, And I'm Adele. She dipped her head and minded the bay colt underneath her. Jett was moving animatedly, but minding himself for the most part. Kyle smiled, We were just talking about your colt...admiring him really...What's his name and background? He asked conversationally. Acantha eyed Ed with a look of disdain, but minded Kyle's wishes.</sub>

[Ripley]

<sub>Ripley listened to Nick speak, but her eyes never stopped moving. She liked Intrepid's horses for their running, but truthfully they weren't the safest horses to be around. Even Prima had some manners in the saddle. Samhain and Anodyne had been exactly the reason why Sin had been gelded. The dappled gray would have torn them to shreds by now in his previous life. And almost had taken Mastermind's life. Sin was better off now than he had ever been. The moon faced colt walked patiently with his head forward and ears pricked. He was focused and attentive. Ripley merely had to touch her legs to his side and get him to move. Easy going where Intrepid was not.

Ripley turned her attention to Touch Up's first son. He was a splashy looking animal. With the typical blaze that came with the territory, though Touch Up did not portray that sort of marking. Fiery Touch and Winning Touch, both currently housed at Witch Creek possessed a bold white marking. He would fit right in. Ripley felt a pang for Touch Up's loss to IRS. They still had breedings to the grand horse and his oldest fillies and mares were still at Witch Creek. Maybe one of them would produce a son to stand and follow in his sire's hoof prints.

Ripley nodded in agreement with Nick about Alluring Assault's vast improvement. She'd never kept a horse racing past the beginning of the four year old season. That would all change though and had with the addition of Screaming Mimi, Sweeto Cheeto and Popcorn Blitz. The last two had retired due to injury and lack of interest in racing. Blitzen had been getting way to studdish out on the track after the Boys Festival and it had showed in the racing results. However, that attitude had been a mirror image of what Touch Up had been. A good omen perhaps for his stud career?

She was from Akita Rose Stables right? It appears as though their older generations are making a come back as well. So she be retired after this year? I mean how much more will she have to prove? Got any ideas for breedings? Ripley's ears perked when he mentioned her horses. Our horses are doing beautiful... I never expected such a tremendous return. I won't even bother with modesty because I seriously never expected to come back like this within the first year. The ones you're talking about are fantastic animals. Frozen Motion is the most honest horse in our barn. He brings his A-game everyday, every workout, every race. He just is a hard-knocking animal. He's grown up tons since his vacation. I can't wait to see what the rest of this year and next year will bring...

And Mastermind, honestly, I can't begin to explain how amazing he has been. Grade three in the first year? And still with five months left... He's an arrogant horse, moreso than El Sol del Mar was, but most times he's so brilliant it gives me chills. Just looking at him and his eyes give me chills. To ride him is even more of a blessing. To even have gotten this opportunity is beyond a dream come true. Her passion lifted and moved her voice, not the other way around. Everything about her horses caused her happiness and excitement. She would not take advantage of this life again.

Brooks grinned at the black colt Micheal rode. He was a tough son-of-a-gun. Hourglass settled into a calm walk, wanting to be better than this colt. Brooks was relieved. Fighting with her was fun, but not with a bomb walking next to them. Hourglass fluttered her ears, her eyes still glowing with fire and hatred for the human on her back. It's nothing serious... No injuries or anything wrong. I need advice on her races. She runs fantastic, brilliant, but she can never get the deal closed. She either runs against older horses and gets beat or runs against Blue Me Away and gets throttled. It's frustrating as Hell never to get her to the winner's circle. I believe she has the talent to be on Cross' and Red's level if she could just get to the blasted circle... I've been considering blinkers, but needed a second opinion.

Ripley refocused when Jeff and Anodyne took off after Justin. She held her breath, nearly tuning Nick out.

Justin heard the hoof beats coming a moment before Prima Donna did. 16.2 Hands of muscle and bone bolted beneath him. The moon-marked filly took off, eyes blazing, hooves digging deep into the loamy soil. She ripped a buck that had her back legs sailing toward the sun and Justin looking at the track beneath him. His heart lurched in his chest, but settled when she returned to earth and sprinted up the track. He stood calmly in the saddle, knowing she was making a show for the clockers. A breath whooshed between his lips when he managed to pull her down. Her angled head tilted to look back at the horse that had challenged her, her barrel moved in and out with excitement. Royal Assault's second filly was no slouch. Justin grinned at the man aboard the challenger. No problem... Neither is Prima. He sent a wry smirk back at Ripley whose face was white as snow. She shook her head and visibly relaxed, listening to the excited chatter along the rails as Sin and In Front passed by. Causing a stir appeared to be the name of the game.

Maggie raised one eyebrow at the sight and sound of IRS riders joining her. Limited Edition flattened his ears and lifted his knees proudly to fend them off. He snorted, insulted that they did not leave. Maggie could sense the awkwardness of the encounter. She hadn't been out as much as Ripley and Brooks. Well not in owners and jockey circles anyway. She preferred the grooms and younger jocks... And their alcohol. However, she was going to represent Witch Creek whether or not it killer her. She grinned, her eyes lighting with a friendly light. They liked her colt even though he didn't like them. His names Limited Edition. Ed for short. He's by Gold Edition and out of Trust Limits. A Star Thoroughbred's foal. He was in the same yearling auction as Prima Donna. Ripley liked his attitude and wanted to give him a shot. He'll be next years Mastermind, on the dirt anyway. We also snagged a maximum sabino filly by the name of Supernatural in the same sale. She's not here right now. Maggie paused and sent her baby blues winging over their horses.

I've seen her around at the prospect shows. Acantha, right? She's a looker and Ripley's in love with her breeding. Him, however, I have not. She liked the energy that emanated from the bay. Most of IRS' horses possessed a following from their time of birth. A secret worth hunting out...</sub>