Post by Cruisey on Dec 15, 2014 15:23:44 GMT -5
Red Fire
Red Herring && Sammie Pickett
Coco Cabana && Devon Blackthorn
We will lite ourselves a flame
Lite ourselves a flame as we kiss the sky
We set the fires to take us higher
We set the fires to watch them burn
Red Herring && Sammie Pickett
Coco Cabana && Devon Blackthorn
We will lite ourselves a flame
Lite ourselves a flame as we kiss the sky
We set the fires to take us higher
We set the fires to watch them burn
This was it, the last workout before the Breeders Cup. The underdog versus the champion. Coco Cabana was quietly standing beside Carter and Devon, who were deep in conversation about the upcoming race. The bay colt was a late pick-up from the Akita Rose sale in May and only had a week to prepare for his Firestone debut. Coco had a disappointing run in the Triple Crown qualifiers and the Preakness, to which Carter thought it was because he was a bit out of tune. The trainer had no ideas as to why the son of Seattle Song x Fleet Street was doing so poorly, and then one day something clicked and he started beating out older horses. The real test would be to see how he did against a huge field of experienced and well-seasoned horses.
As for Red Herring, the horse hadn’t had the most exciting season, but he was one of the toughest horses to watch out for in the front. Like his previous owner, Ripley Marsh said; he will be the bane of a front runner’s existence. Sammie knew how to handle the horse and he was hot off of a win in The Honourable Stakes. He was up against horses that he’s raced against his whole life, so he knew who and when to watch out for them. Carter knew that the Marathon would be a tough race for the three year old colt, but it was all about testing the waters for next Breeders Cup.
Once given instructions, the pair wasted no time getting onto the track and proceeded to warm up. Sammie nodded at the handler to lead them into the gates. Red went willingly forward into the stall. Before putting on her goggles, she turned to watch Devon and Coco enter the gates. Coco threw his head slightly as the gates closed behind him, not expecting them to shut so quickly.
Devon crouched and took hold of Coco’s mane in preparation for the break. Sammie did the same, preparing for the shot of speed from the red stallion. The gates opened and the starting bell rang in their ears. Red did just as Sammie thought he would and shot from the gate like a bullet. It wasn’t a shock to either jockey that Coco broke last. The small woman stood in the irons slightly, pulling on Red’s mouth. The older horse threw a tantrum before slowing down to match strides with Coco. Devon urged Coco forward, but the bay colt was still a neck behind Red as they entered the far turn. Neither horse looked tired, but Coco had suddenly jerked sideways and veered into Red's side, who then flattened his ears back in warning. Devon wasted no time straightening him up on the rail as they passed the 1/4 pole. The pair galloped on strongly, with Red still in front of the Seattle Song offspring. It would be exactly like this in a race, but of course there had to be a horse in front of Red. The Classic field was nothing to take lightly, and if they wanted the win, they had to train like it. Coco was one of the strongest closers that Devon ever rode. The power that was stored in his haunches had yet to be unleashed, and it was not time for that yet. Furlong after furlong passed and no person was making their move. Two furlongs left was their cue to get the ball rolling.
As soon as their marker was reached, Devon let out an inch of rein and was now urging on the colt strongly. Sammie started to react on Red back as well, who was starting to surge away gamely. Red’s lead was nothing on the closer as Devon swung his whip across Coco's side wildly, who had managed to regain the distance between the two. Urge after urge, the two horses flew down the home stretch fully strung out. It was a mixture of brown and gold as the colts crossed under wire side by side. Sammie stood in the irons, trying to control the massive horse that was having none of it. Coco came back a little easier with plenty of gas in the tank, and Devon could feel it. He may be the long shot in the field, but who knows what could happen. The Breeder’s Cup was filled with upsets, and maybe this horse could do it. Red fought wildly with the girl, but she managed to bring him back just before they had to get off. Red was full of fire, and fire he would bring on game day.
Firestone is ready. And they’re coming for you.
As for Red Herring, the horse hadn’t had the most exciting season, but he was one of the toughest horses to watch out for in the front. Like his previous owner, Ripley Marsh said; he will be the bane of a front runner’s existence. Sammie knew how to handle the horse and he was hot off of a win in The Honourable Stakes. He was up against horses that he’s raced against his whole life, so he knew who and when to watch out for them. Carter knew that the Marathon would be a tough race for the three year old colt, but it was all about testing the waters for next Breeders Cup.
Once given instructions, the pair wasted no time getting onto the track and proceeded to warm up. Sammie nodded at the handler to lead them into the gates. Red went willingly forward into the stall. Before putting on her goggles, she turned to watch Devon and Coco enter the gates. Coco threw his head slightly as the gates closed behind him, not expecting them to shut so quickly.
Devon crouched and took hold of Coco’s mane in preparation for the break. Sammie did the same, preparing for the shot of speed from the red stallion. The gates opened and the starting bell rang in their ears. Red did just as Sammie thought he would and shot from the gate like a bullet. It wasn’t a shock to either jockey that Coco broke last. The small woman stood in the irons slightly, pulling on Red’s mouth. The older horse threw a tantrum before slowing down to match strides with Coco. Devon urged Coco forward, but the bay colt was still a neck behind Red as they entered the far turn. Neither horse looked tired, but Coco had suddenly jerked sideways and veered into Red's side, who then flattened his ears back in warning. Devon wasted no time straightening him up on the rail as they passed the 1/4 pole. The pair galloped on strongly, with Red still in front of the Seattle Song offspring. It would be exactly like this in a race, but of course there had to be a horse in front of Red. The Classic field was nothing to take lightly, and if they wanted the win, they had to train like it. Coco was one of the strongest closers that Devon ever rode. The power that was stored in his haunches had yet to be unleashed, and it was not time for that yet. Furlong after furlong passed and no person was making their move. Two furlongs left was their cue to get the ball rolling.
As soon as their marker was reached, Devon let out an inch of rein and was now urging on the colt strongly. Sammie started to react on Red back as well, who was starting to surge away gamely. Red’s lead was nothing on the closer as Devon swung his whip across Coco's side wildly, who had managed to regain the distance between the two. Urge after urge, the two horses flew down the home stretch fully strung out. It was a mixture of brown and gold as the colts crossed under wire side by side. Sammie stood in the irons, trying to control the massive horse that was having none of it. Coco came back a little easier with plenty of gas in the tank, and Devon could feel it. He may be the long shot in the field, but who knows what could happen. The Breeder’s Cup was filled with upsets, and maybe this horse could do it. Red fought wildly with the girl, but she managed to bring him back just before they had to get off. Red was full of fire, and fire he would bring on game day.
Firestone is ready. And they’re coming for you.
