Searching for the Susan's - Part 2
 By No Walkin Farms9   •   16th Feb 2011   •   2,572 views   •   11 comments
Searching for the Susan"Old man, are you happy to see me?" I greeted the tall colt outside his stall at Pimlico Racetrack early Wednesday morning.

Sultan sniffed me all over before finally blowing in my face.

I chuckled and wiped the horse snot off. "I'll take that as a yes," I told him.

Sultan bobbed his head, as if agreeing with me.

Greg walked up with my saddle, Sultan's bridle and a grooming bucket in his arms. "Ready to take this boy out onto the track?" he asked.

I clipped the lead rope that had been hanging over my shoulder onto Sultan's halter and quickly had the Thoroughbred on crossties in the aisle. Between Greg and I, we soon had Sultan brushed and saddled.

"So what's the plan for today?" I asked, leading the brown colt between the trainer and myself.

"Nice and easy," Greg replied, adjusting the baseball hat with No Walkin' Farms logo on his head. "Just get the old man used to the track. He's never run at Pimlico before."

I knew this of course. I'd ridden Sultan in all but one of his races, the only race he's lost so far.

A crowd of reporters greeted us at the track. They were watching in the grandstands with the trainers and various track officials. I made a face when I saw them. Greg just laughed at me.

I listened to Greg as he gave his instructions and then let him give me a boost onto the tall colt. "Come on, boy," I whispered to Sultan as I gathered up my reins. "Let's give those reporters something to write about."

I pointed Sultan clockwise and signaled a trot to begin warming him up. He felt relaxed and unconcerned about the activity going on around us. Not even the other horses on the track seemed to bother him.

After circling the track once, I urged Sultan into a canter. He wanted to go faster, tugging at the reins and tossing his head.

"Settle down, boy. Today's an easy day. This is as fast as we go," I told him, keeping a firm hand on the reins.

Sultan settled down and completed the circuit easily. I slowed him back to a trot, pleased with how well he was handling the strange track and obeying me.

Greg met us back at the gap, a frown on his face.

"Uh-oh," I said, wondering what had gone wrong with the workout that I had missed.

Sultan sensed my sudden mood change and danced under me anxiously.

"Calm down, both of you," Greg ordered.

He grabbed a hold of the Thoroughbred's bridle. I vaulted off Sultan, landing lightly on my feet.

"Let's get him cooled out and put away," the older man said, walking away with my horse.

"What was that look about?" I demanded, jogging to keep up with Greg. The man could move when he wanted to.

"After the horse has been taken care of," Greg said, sending me a warning look.

I was confused. Greg had been in a good mood when we'd gone onto the track and now he wasn't. I searched for anything about the workout that could have made the trainer unhappy but I couldn't come up with anything.

What was going on?

Greg forced me to wait while we cooled Sultan out completely and put him away. "Let's get some coffee," Greg suggested once the brown colt was back in his stall.

"Or you could tell me what's going on," I counter-suggested.

Greg sighed, giving in. "Sandy Kessler has published her article about you. It doesn't make you look very good. In fact, you don't come off looking good at all." He paused and looked at me. The expression on my face must have shown my exact thoughts. I was shocked, angry, and sad that Sandy Kessler had felt she needed to trash me in print, but I mostly felt angry and belittled. Greg rushed to add, "Anyone who really knows you knows most of it is lies, Ash. We'll get it taken care of."

"I think I need some time alone," I said shortly before turning and marching off. I wandered around the backside for about a hour, doing my best to avoid anyone who might know about the article. I was going a pretty good job until I bumped in John Tenney.
Wanderin Boy Memorial  
You left me hanging ! *pouts* I want to know what happens next.
Cant' wait for the next part
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