Racing to support the Ladies

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Horse: The Heist
Jockey: Cole Stark
Breed: TB
Age: 2 years


Update: He came in 3rd.
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Heather giggled as she watched The Heist eyeballing the pretty pink ribbon she'd just tied into his tail. "Like the color boy?"
The colt perked his ears listening to her words before munching on some grasses as they waited for the race to begin.
Cole walked up to them and shook his head. "Miss Silver you're turning him into a girly mount.."
Heather, lightly punched his arm. "Hey now! it's to support a good cause.."
Cole, sighed with a smile, "Yes breast cancer..hmm..you know this could work..the girls will know how sensitive and caring he and I are." he said stroking his imaginary beard.
Heather, smiled at her friend and patted his head. "Go on now, they're calling the jockeys to go mount." she said. "Good luck."
Cole smiled, at her, almost hugging her but he didn't and got onto The Heist, riding to the starting line.


The signal was given and the colt leaped into action, throwing up beach sand in the faces of the competitors as he took off like a fighter jet.
Heather watched with Mark, the older man then lead her to the finish line so they could watch the ed of the race. He'd been working the colt at a private beach to get him used to the turn so he wouldn't totally freak during the race. boy was he glad he did!

Cole, kept Heist pulled in some, not wanting him to tire before the race was through. He kept the horse out of the water but not too far from it. This was where the sand was the hardest, the moister keeping it together but not making it too soupy and cause a suction. "keep it here boy, those other horses will be much more tired from running in that loose dry sand, or wet sloppy goo." he told the colt as they hit a steady beat.

Soon they reached the woods and firmer ground.
The whole time Cole and Heist kept at the front by another front runner. He glanced over and smiled when he saw the other horse tire and drop back into the pack. Soon the stables were in sight


"Here they come!" cried out someone.
Heather, gasped and nearly jumped up and down. "Mark Mark! look! look!" she said pointed at their golden boy runnign strong at the front.
Mark, chuckled. "easy there. he hasn't won yet."

Cole, smiled and ' released the hounds' letting loose and tightly wound spring within the young colt and he responded instantly lengthening his strong strides.

They were almost there! Almost to the finish line.. Suddenly The Heist broke stride and his head went down, having to slow way down before he was able to regain his balance. He'd tripped over a root and it cause him to loose his hold on the lead, coming in third.

Cole looked like a little kid who'd just had candy waved under his nose before it was taken away. He sighed and dismounted. At least it wasn't a major race, and even if they came in dead last, the message was the same, they brought awareness to breath cancer.
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