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WBS Weekly Races
Horse's Reference: TPR Cartel Cowboy
Horse's Age: 3 YO
Rider's Name: Emeline Brooks
Riders Age: 24 YO
Race: WBS Weekly Stock Horse Flat Race
Results: 1st

"Rhys, you can't be serious." Jennifer Callahan protested as Emeline stood off to the side, adjusting and buttoning the cuffs of her racing skills.
"What's the problem?" He replied coolly, not lifting his head as he stood in the paddocks, helping adjust the stirrup leathers as TPR Cartel Cowboy looked around inquisitively at the passing horses and nickering every once in awhile, trying to make friends.
"You're going to campaign a accidental homebred colt as a racehorse instead of just making a ranch horse out of him and call it a day?" She questioned, she was racking her brain trying to come up with a good reason and found nothing.
"Yep, I want to give him an honest shot at it. His bloodlines are all over the place with Racing, Western Pleasure, Halter, and Cutting lines, but there is a racing line within him with Corona Cartel. If he does well, we'll run him a couple more times this season then continue with the show horse path we decided on him. If not, then we'll just continue with him as a show and ranch horse. It's not going to hurt him to run at least once on the track Jen, don't worry about it. Just find a good spot, have a beer, and enjoy the race." Rhys suggested simply as he finally met her eyes and she nodded hard.
Now it made a bit more sense. She tucked a piece of red hair behind her ear and walked from the paddock to find a seat for her and Rhys as she mulled over the new change of operations, racing was new for the farm and she could only fathom what other changes it'd inspire.
Emeline swung up into the saddle as the announcer called out, "Alright, Riders up!" Rhys gave her a smile and pat on the neck for CC and said, "You'll do great!" He said before he disappeared off to find Jen and his seat as CC and Emeline started towards the track ponies to be led to the starting gate.
Emeline and CC were paired up with a track pony and rider as they walked around a bit at the finish line before trotting over to the starting gate. They'd drawn #3 as their number, a pretty good position as it'd be close to the rail. As they neared the gate, some of the horses around them balked while CC walked forward into the gate, finding this gate no different than the one they practiced with at home. The gate closed shut behind him as Emeline adjusted her goggles and gripped a handful of CC's mane as the colt peaked over the gate, curious of anything and everything around him as the other horses loaded.
The speaker roared to life as the last horse was loaded, "Welcome to Whimsical Blood Stable's Weekly Stock Horse Flat Race. All the horses are loaded and ready to go." The bells blared and the gates swung open with a load,"Annndd they're off!" CC lunged forward and off they went, CC immediately heading for the rail, so close that at times Emeline's stirrup scraped the rail as the horses headed for the rail, ensuring that CC wasn't crowded as the finish line drew closer. The big colt thundered forward, ensuring he wouldn't be blocked in as the surged forward, the finish line close enough as he surged forward. As they passed the finish line, Emeline looked up into the stands wondering if today was enough evidence to continue CC's racing career as they waited for the results as CC began to lope to cooldown.
Word Count: 603
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Description

WBS Weekly Races
Horse's Reference: TPR Cartel Cowboy
Horse's Age: 3 YO
Rider's Name: Emeline Brooks
Riders Age: 24 YO
Race: WBS Weekly Stock Horse Flat Race
Results: 1st

"Rhys, you can't be serious." Jennifer Callahan protested as Emeline stood off to the side, adjusting and buttoning the cuffs of her racing skills.
"What's the problem?" He replied coolly, not lifting his head as he stood in the paddocks, helping adjust the stirrup leathers as TPR Cartel Cowboy looked around inquisitively at the passing horses and nickering every once in awhile, trying to make friends.
"You're going to campaign a accidental homebred colt as a racehorse instead of just making a ranch horse out of him and call it a day?" She questioned, she was racking her brain trying to come up with a good reason and found nothing.
"Yep, I want to give him an honest shot at it. His bloodlines are all over the place with Racing, Western Pleasure, Halter, and Cutting lines, but there is a racing line within him with Corona Cartel. If he does well, we'll run him a couple more times this season then continue with the show horse path we decided on him. If not, then we'll just continue with him as a show and ranch horse. It's not going to hurt him to run at least once on the track Jen, don't worry about it. Just find a good spot, have a beer, and enjoy the race." Rhys suggested simply as he finally met her eyes and she nodded hard.
Now it made a bit more sense. She tucked a piece of red hair behind her ear and walked from the paddock to find a seat for her and Rhys as she mulled over the new change of operations, racing was new for the farm and she could only fathom what other changes it'd inspire.
Emeline swung up into the saddle as the announcer called out, "Alright, Riders up!" Rhys gave her a smile and pat on the neck for CC and said, "You'll do great!" He said before he disappeared off to find Jen and his seat as CC and Emeline started towards the track ponies to be led to the starting gate.
Emeline and CC were paired up with a track pony and rider as they walked around a bit at the finish line before trotting over to the starting gate. They'd drawn #3 as their number, a pretty good position as it'd be close to the rail. As they neared the gate, some of the horses around them balked while CC walked forward into the gate, finding this gate no different than the one they practiced with at home. The gate closed shut behind him as Emeline adjusted her goggles and gripped a handful of CC's mane as the colt peaked over the gate, curious of anything and everything around him as the other horses loaded.
The speaker roared to life as the last horse was loaded, "Welcome to Whimsical Blood Stable's Weekly Stock Horse Flat Race. All the horses are loaded and ready to go." The bells blared and the gates swung open with a load,"Annndd they're off!" CC lunged forward and off they went, CC immediately heading for the rail, so close that at times Emeline's stirrup scraped the rail as the horses headed for the rail, ensuring that CC wasn't crowded as the finish line drew closer. The big colt thundered forward, ensuring he wouldn't be blocked in as the surged forward, the finish line close enough as he surged forward. As they passed the finish line, Emeline looked up into the stands wondering if today was enough evidence to continue CC's racing career as they waited for the results as CC began to lope to cooldown.
Word Count: 603
Stock provided by Annacaza