Post by creativecause on May 23, 2014 15:38:22 GMT -5
Dueling Chestnuts
First Class and Black Zephyr
The two chestnuts trotted out onto the the wire’s turf track, both yearlings preparing for a prospect race. The pair looked almost exactly a like, the only way you could tell the two colts apart was one had a Blaze and the other a enlongated stripe. Both small for their genders, the two stood at a proud 15.3 hands. “Five bucks says Harry wins,” Andrew said, a smile tugging it’s way across his face.
“Man, you can’t beat natural, wicked fast speed!” Alex said, trotting Chester through the beginnings of his warmups.
“With a horse that can close I can,” Andrew commented.
“He’ll full out body slam you if you get close to him!” Alex said, “or did Steve not tell you that?”
“No I was told, not to say I don’t believe it.” Andrew added pensively. “Still, five bucks says he wins.”
“You’re on,” Alex said.
The chestnuts warmed up before going towards the gate.
“Still time for you to back out,” Andrew said in a somewhat competitive tone.
“No way! What? Afraid you’ll get beat?” Alex said, as Chester loaded into the gate.
“No, but you should be,” Andrew said, sliding his goggles down his face after Harry loaded into the gate.
Both colts seemed to do pretty well at the gate, considering their young age. They settled nicely and when the gates burst open they sunk onto their heels and burst out. Chester broke on top with Harry following but a neck behind him. Hooves scrambling in a not so clumsy way as they continued charging forward.
From a distance you saw the blaze, than the stripe, they were head in head, separated by only a head bob. Ragged breaths escaped them with every bob, Chester had his tongue out as Alex kept pushing him around the far turn.
“Sure you don’t wonna back out?” Alex asked, letting Chester out a notch for the stretch drive.
“No way in-” Chester straightened out and was soon in full flight pulling away from Harry before Andrew could so much as say a word. Andrew waved the whip and Harry accelerated cutting into his stablemates lead, and was at his withers in no time.
“You’re still too slow!” Alex laughed as they hit the wire together with Chester prevailing by a head.
