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Who You Are - Part 2
 By Breegirly   •   14th Feb 2011   •   2,312 views   •   6 comments
Horse Fiction Horse RacingOne Monday mom came running to me. I raised an eyebrow and she instantly spilled the beans. “So if I don’t race, we lose everything?” I asked. Mom nodded. I almost cried. I couldn’t do this, it was too soon.

I ran to the feed room and sat down on Stride’s bucket. “Lettttt goooooooo.” I heard. “Stride? Mom? Trey?” I asked. Somehow I knew it was God telling me I had to let go. I walked to the back of the room and pulled out a book. The secret room opened and I walked in. I grabbed my racing silks, white and green, dad’s two favorite colors, and the colors of McLaughlin Farm. I knew I wanted to race again; I walked out of the feed room and walked to mom.

“I want to race.” I said.

Mom stared and waited for me to smile or say “Just Kidding!” I wasn’t, I really did, and I loved this farm.

“Are you sure? I could get someone else to race for us.” Mom said.

“Mom, you were right all along, Biggie needs me, this farm needs me, and I see that now.” I said. Mom nodded.

“I’ll get Trey to saddle and load Biggie. We need to start training her right now!” Mom said.

I raced for my silks, hat and goggles. I walked in the tack room with my head up. I grabbed my old racing saddle. “Stride, I’m letting go, but I just wanted to let you know, I love you, I always will baby.” I said. I swear I could hear Stride whickering once again.

“Mercedes are you…?" Trey started, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.” He said after he saw the tears in my eyes.

“Let’s go.” I said. I had to grab Ally before I left because I knew that if I didn’t train her then she would never be trained.

“Mercy, can I talk to you for a sec?” I turned around...Great Ty, just what I needed today.

“Sure.” I mumbled. He drug me (no literally drug me) to the old barn.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did; I take it back a thousand times. Please Babe, come back to me!” Ty said.

“No, I have my reasons for staying away from you...I will call Trey and make you get off my property.” I said. This guy wasn’t ruining my “good” mood that I was in.

I tried to make an exit. He followed me.

“TREY!” I screamed as loud as possible. Of course he came running after me.

“What’s wrong Mercy? Is this idiot bothering you? Shall I make him go away?” Trey asked.

“No I was just leaving, wow Mercy you were right, this guy is like a little Lovesick Puppy always following you around,” I stood with my mouth open. I never said that!

“I never said that Ty, Trey, both of you! I never said that.” I yelled.

“Oh, but you thought it!” Trey yelled.

My pride was crushed. I sat down where I was and watched the retreating guys leave the scene where a battle took place, ignoring the wounded soldier crying out for help. A head popped over a stall and I screamed a long scream. It was another horse.

“What’s wrong?” Mom said out of breath. “Oh you found your birthday present. Meet Contessa, she is a full blood Arabian with some issues and would love to be yours, if you want her of course.” I nodded.

“She’s had a hard life, when she was 6 months old her owner turned her loose in a back pasture and never gave her a second thought; she stayed there for a year and was wild when I saddled her up for the first time. She had thrush, had foundered, and had a horrible case of worms and rain rot. Without me seeing her she wouldn’t have lived much longer, I’ve been nursing her back to health since you left for school, it took me two months to get her tame enough for me to touch her. Maybe she’d like to go with us on a journey to the race track?” I nodded then clipped a lead line to her halter.

Mom got in her truck and I jumped in the truck with Trey, there was a bitter silence in the truck.

“I’m sorry,” I said trying to make up for the whole thing. Instantly a can of worms was opened.

“Sorry? Sorry? Sorry definitely doesn’t cut this! I have feelings for you, I’m talking hard core feelings for you and yet I’m a Lovesick Puppy! Who could you even try to apologize for that? Hmmmmm? What do you have to say for yourself?” Trey yelled.

“Don’t you dare yell at me!” I said.

“Then don’t think anything about me ever again.” Trey said. I glanced at the steering wheel, his knuckles were white.

“Pull over, don’t argue do it.” I said. He pulled over and I jumped out and he did too.

“Do you know why I did this? It’s because I like you, he had to drag me to that barn, and then even after that I didn’t want him to talk to me.” I said. My eyes were narrowed and my hands were on my hips.

“Okay. So let’s get past all this and go.” Trey said and I almost said no but I nodded.

We rode in silence until we got to the stables. I would’ve run straight to the barn, but I knew I would’ve passed Stride’s memorial stall.
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Wanderin Boy Memorial  
*tear* That's beautiful !
Great story.
Is there another part?
  Feb 14, 2011  •  1,439 views
 
No Walkin Farms9  
Can't wait for the next part!
  Feb 14, 2011  •  1,443 views
 
Emma Watson  
Great Story i love those types of storys and i almost cried
  Feb 15, 2011  •  1,438 views
 
Seri  
Is that picture of Affirmed? Great story!
  Feb 15, 2011  •  1,436 views
 
MS Horses  
I can't wait to read the next part!
  Feb 21, 2011  •  1,447 views
 
MS Horses  
Great article!
  Feb 24, 2011  •  1,450 views
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