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My Sweet Victory - Part 2
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Pride swelled through me as I gazed down at the gorgeous palomino colt, “Well done, girl,” I patted Penny’s neck. “What should we call her, eh?” my mom asked, smiling down at me. I thought for a second as I watched the colt struggle to his hooves, “Ace,” I muttered, it seemed to suit the little foal. My mom smiled, “Good choice,” I nodded and suddenly remembered why I had come into the barn, “Oh! We saw the horse!” I burst out. My mom smiled and nodded, “He good?” “Amazing!” I beamed, “We’re going to get him. He’s being delivered tomorrow!” “Given him a name yet?” she asked. “Victory,” She smiled, “You’d better get to training,” I’d completely forgotten! “Thanks,” I dashed out of the barn and headed towards the training paddock.
Dylan was standing there, tapping his feet impatiently, holding the reins to my mom’s ex-racehorse, Acoustic Shadows, aka, Shadow, “Where were you?” he glared at me, “If you want to be a jockey, you’ve got to be committed.” I sighed and studied my feet, “It’s just, Penny was foaling.” His gaze softened, “Ok,” he sighed, “But next time, at least come and get me,” I nodded as he handed me my helmet. He smiled, “Ok, want a leg up?” I nodded as he heaved me up onto Shadow’s back.
I stroked the Thoroughbred’s sleek, shiny, black neck and urged him gently on into a walk. “Pull his head up,” Dylan told me, before walking to the side of the exercise paddock. I gave a pull on the left rein then the right one and the black gelding quickly lifted his muscular neck. “Now,” Dylan called from across the paddock, “Get him into a working trot and warm him up. A couple of laps ‘round the paddock.” I nodded and squeezed Shadow on into a working trot, “Good boy,” Shadow has the smoothest, most comfortable trot you could ever imagine. It’s almost like a rocking horse! “Good, Good. Now, a collected canter please,”
I brought the gelding up into a collected canter and we sped around the paddock. “Slow him down!” Dylan shouted as we passed the blurry figure, “then give him his head and get him into a slow gallop,” I did as he said and Shadow broke into a perfect gallop. Adrenalin rushed through me as we thundered past Dylan again; this was why I’d decided to become a jockey.
The love and enjoyment of doing what I loved had blinded me and it wasn’t until we were nearly at the paddock fence that I noticed.
I was going to crash into Dylan.
Furiously I yanked at the reins and pleaded Shadow to stop, “No, Shadow! Please, stop boy!” It was too late I heard loud screaming and frantic neighs before it all faded to blackness.
“Honey,”
I slowly forced my eyes open and saw my Dad crouched over me. “Thank God,” he muttered, “Are you ok?” I slowly sat up. My left arm ached slightly, but apart from that I felt fine, “What happened?” My Mom sat down gently on the bed, I realised I was in my room, “You crashed into Dylan.” she whispered softly. Her eyes were raw, as if she’d been crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, “Is Shadow ok?” My mom nodded gulping, “Shadow’s fine. It’s just Dylan.” Was Dylan ok? I wondered. I felt really bad. It was all my fault I’d crashed into him.
“Dylan’s,” she gulped, “Dylan’s dead.”
My heart skipped a beat. Dylan was dead? Dylan had been more than a trainer to me; he’d been my best friend. And now he was dead, and it was all because of me.
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Related: My Sweet Victory - Part 1, My Sweet Victory - Part 2, My Sweet Victory - Part 3, My Sweet Victory - Part 4, My Sweet Victory - Part 5, My Sweet Victory - Part 6, My Sweet Victory - Part 7, My Sweet Victory - Part 8, My Sweet Victory - Part 9, My Sweet Victory - Part 10 - The End,
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Jun 10, 2012
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KatDreamer
you are tooooooo AMAZINGGGGGG!!!
you are tooooooo AMAZINGGGGGG!!!
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31 days ago
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ArabianBariq
thats so awesome. great job!
thats so awesome. great job!
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41 days ago
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Sapphire Flames
wow! sweet! can't wait for the next part! great job! :)
wow! sweet! can't wait for the next part! great job! :)
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42 days ago
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Mrs West Malik
this is so good, well done!
this is so good, well done!
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42 days ago
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Double Spur Ranch
Love how it was all happy to sad and depressing
Love how it was all happy to sad and depressing
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43 days ago
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Makaela Marie
Not Dylan D:
WHY YOU DO THIS????
Great article though (:
Not Dylan D:
WHY YOU DO THIS????
Great article though (:
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43 days ago
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Mutley Jackson
*shakes fist STUPID DYLAN! YA COULDA MOOOVED, NOW IT'S ALL SAD!!!
*shakes fist STUPID DYLAN! YA COULDA MOOOVED, NOW IT'S ALL SAD!!!
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43 days ago
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44 days ago
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Faith forever
Amazing! Keep them coming! I freaked when Dylan died.....more please! =D
Amazing! Keep them coming! I freaked when Dylan died.....more please! =D
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44 days ago
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Emmurr
Online
Woah, that was seriously intense!
Woah, that was seriously intense!
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44 days ago
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As You Wish
Oh....my...god. that was amazing. very sad!! love it cant wait for part3
Oh....my...god. that was amazing. very sad!! love it cant wait for part3
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43 days ago
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I rode Victory out onto the race track. I was wearing my new jockey silks and Victory was in his smart white bridle and racing saddle. The time had come. The vet had given us the all clear and Victory was dancing across the track in excitement. I gave a firm pull on the rains, “No boy,” Deep down, I was just as excited as he was, but I had to keep calm or Vi . . .
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Warm sunlight filtered through my faded lilac curtains as the sun crept into the sky. Today was the day. Today was my race. I leapt out of bed, ran to the curtains and tore them open madly. I was met by a warm, glowing sun, blue skies all around and not a single cloud in sight. The breeze that blew in through the open window was cool; perfect conditions for . . .
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The rain attacked me as I struggled through the storm to the barn. Before stepping inside into the warmth, I glanced up at the angry, gray sky. Will the race still be on tomorrow I wondered. I quickly stepped into the barn to be out of the cold. Two weeks had gone quickly and now it was nearly time. I couldn’t believe it, my first race!
I strolled along t . . .
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Upon my mom’s call, I and Victory rocketed forward into a fast gallop. I was wearing my new silks and Victory, well. Victory was just in his usual tack. The world seemed a blur when I was up here; I urged Victory on and checked my goggles were on tightly. I could hear his hooves pounding against the dusty track and I was glad my goggles were on properly as t . . .
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When I entered the store, I was overpowered by colors. It was like a rainbow had been crammed into the tiny store. Red silks, blue silks, purple silks, purple and yellow silks, green and white spotty silks; I didn’t know where to look first! “Hello,” A squeaky voice came from the back of the store and a tiny woman stepped out, “Here to buy silks?” she asked . . .
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“Come on boy,” I led Victory out of his stall. He had been living here at Blue Creek for about a week now; he should’ve settled. He looked great all tacked up and immaculately groomed. I couldn’t wait to ride him!
I led him up to the block and stepped onto it. Boy, he looked big from up here. I slowly mounted Victory and noticed my mom watching. I smiled, . . .
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The next morning I woke up at the crack of dawn. Victory was coming today. I had prepared his stall last night, the nearest one to the door, and had hidden a few treats in his feed bucket, ready for his arrival. I couldn’t wait to see that cheeky little Thoroughbred again! But this time, he would be mine.
I quickly got dressed into my riding pants, polo s . . .
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I barely moved from my bed for the whole day. I felt terrible. I had killed my own trainer. I still couldn’t get over the thought that I’d never see him again. My mom had said that as I’d crashed into him, he’d been slammed against the wooden fence and had broken his spine. Within an hour, he passed away in hospital. I didn’t know how I was going to ride aga . . .
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