Burn it to the ground (Training)

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Scott & Glock, Trevor & Deirdre Scott and Trevor had a rude awakening when Mike barged into the room shared by the jockies, and ordered them up and out to the barn within fifteen minutes. The or else was not said, nor was it needed. It took the two new additions ten minutes to get dressed and down the the barn, only snagging a banana on the way out the door - which was eaten on the walk from the jockey house to the barn - tossing the skin into the trash outside the barn. Inside stood Ricky and Mike, each holding one of the massive horses Ferndale owned, both tacked and ready to go. Next time we won’t do your job, but Lee wants all the two year olds worked before their maidens. Scott you’re on Glock. Trevor you’re on Deirdre. Mike barked out as soon as they came to a stop. Neither hesitated and quickly mounted their assigned horses. You’re taking them for six furlongs. No further than that. Once you’ve finished these two and cooled them come back for your next mounts. Questions? He snarled out as he and Ricky stepped back, releasing the reins to the jockeys. Neither jockey was stupid enough to actually asked the trainer a question when he was in a mood like this, and simply shook their heads. Good, now go before the other barns and clockers appear. He snarled and both Jockies nudged their mounts for a slow trot. Once they were out of ear shot both let out shaky laughs. Someone obviously missed his coffee this morning. Commented Trevor, to which Scott agreed. Dee snorted and tossed her head, obviously displeased with being around Glock and being ignored. Her ears slicked back and head snaked out to snap at the dark bay colt. This caused him to squeal and dance to the side, as well as Trevor to check her reins and direct her towards the side. Damnit Dee. Scott hissed, pulling back on Glocks reins and patting his neck as he settled. What is with Dies foals and being evil bastards? Trevor commented, as much as he loved the feisty filly she could be a pain sometimes. No clue. Scott murmured as they moved out onto the track and asked the pair to move into a trot, and then canter before finally asking for a gallop once they were warmed up. As they broke for the start of their work out Dee was ahead by half a length, her ground eating strides inching her further and further from her stablemate. Glock snorted as he shifted leads and threw himself into the work out, closing the distance between them before there were nose and nose. Trevor and Scott smirked at each other, both feeling sorry for any horse that was going to be doing Turf Distance with these two and Will out there. The duo plowed down the track, harsh snorts ripping from vocals as the jockies urged them to go faster. Both knew they had a chance if the horses had a quick break, settling into a good position early in the race. As they passed the six furlong pole both jockies began to ease back on the reins, slowing the two younglings with soft words and gentle pulls. Eventually the duo slowed to a canter, and the Jockies circled them back around towards the entrance at the canter, and trot half way back. Once on the sidewalk to duo slowed the horses to a walk and grinned. This year is going to prove interesting. Scott informed Trevor, who smirked and chuckled. Oh yes, I can’t wait to see how this pans out. Die and Rocket foals will be hitting the track this year. Scott snorted I feel sorry for everyone else. If these foals are anything like their sires, its gonna be war. Trevor nodded, wasn’t that the truth.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Scott & Phantom Menace, Trevor & Winchester When the two returned from working out Dee and Ammo they arrived at the barn to find Ricky standing there with two grooms on either side. Both grooms held a horse, and Ricky offered them a slight grin. Ignore Mike, he had a rough night. Trevor you’re on Sammy. Scott your on Phanny. Both jockies offered Ricky a grateful look as they dismounted and traded horses with the grooms. Same thing, six furlongs and then straight back here. Make sure theres no one around before you bring Phanny onto the track. Lee wants her appearance to be a shock in her maiden. He grinned, chuckling softly. Both jockies snorted I bet she does. Scott commented as he swung up onto the filly, patting her neck. Once Trevor was on Sammy the two headed off, careful to avoid people as they moved down the road to the track. Once they were on the track the duo nudged the youngsters for a trot, canter and finally gallop. Once more the two burst off at the same time, flying down the track nose to nose. Phanny inched a head of Sammy, which soon grew even more as her strides lengthened with urging from Scott. Trevor urged Sammy for more and the colt changed leads, slowly gaining on the filly. However his strides weren’t nearly as long and thus the young filly maintained the lead by half a length. As the six furlong pole was coming up Trevor pushed the colt for more, clicking his tongue as he urged on without the whip. The Sabino colt snorted as sides heaved and limbs slammed down on the track, closing the lead and passing Phanny by a nose as they passed the six furlong pole. Slowing the horses down they circled back around and headed towards the entrance. Both knew when they arrived there would be more horses waiting for them.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Scott & Neith, Trevor & He's A Pirate Scott and Trevor returned to the barn once more, and were once again greeted by the grooms standing with two horses. They approached carefully, both knowing the temperament of the two sisters tended to clash. The younger of the grooms held Wills reins in her hands, while the older man barely managed to hold onto Neith. Scott glanced towards Trevor as he slipped off Phanny. I’ll take Neith, you take Will. he ordered as he passed the reins to the groom and swung up onto the bays back. Trevor had no qualms about taking the more laid back of the siblings, and copied Scotts actions. Seven furlongs boys. The older groom told them, to which both nodded before nudging the youngsters for a trot as they headed out of the yard. Trevor glanced towards Scott as they moved at a peaceful pace, both horses strides matching perfectly. Wonder where Chad is. He finally asked as they nudged the horses for a canter. Lee suspended him from riding for a few days after his disrespect the last time Will and Neith had a work out. Apparently he risked Neiths health. Scott informed the other Jockey as they turned onto the track and nudged the horses for a gallop finally. Will took to the lead as they both shot off, his longer stride easily eating up the turf below him. Neith was only a length behind him, her own stride stretched as far as possible, determined to catch her ‘rival’. As they passed the three furlong pole Trevor nudged Will again, which got the large black colt to kick it into another gear and open up a two length lead. Come on Scott, push her! He called back to the other jockey. Scott urged her faster and Neith switched leads before picking up speed, closing in on her half brother. Both horses plowed down the track, a half length lead was held by Will as they closed in on the six furlong pole. Scott couldn’t help but let the chuckle rumble from his throat as Will blew past it with Neith behind him. Man, he’s a beast! Scott informed Trevor as they pulled the horses up and trotted towards the exit as they cooled down. She has it, if given the right jockey. Sure as hell went faster than her maiden. Trevor said patting Wills neck. Yup, we’ll have to tell Mike or Lee. Scott agreed as they headed home.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Scott & Hoist the colours, Trevor & Keegan Once more the duo returned to the barn, but upon arrival they were rather confused. In the grooms hands were the reins to Keegan, and Holly. Scott raised his brow at this, and cocked his head slightly. Whats up? He questioned as he pulled Neith up and dismounted, followed by Trevor. Lee wants you to work Holly out, and Keegan needs to worked. They both run dirt, so. the groom shrugged. Ah. Scott replied, smirking as he passed the reins to Neith and took Hollys. She whickered and nudged her muzzle into his chest causing him to chuckle. Hey girl, I’ve missed you too. Ya ready to school this youngster? She whinnied and bobbed her head, causing all those present to laugh. With one last pat Scott swung up onto her back as Trevor mounted Keegan. Have fun. The groom said, chuckling at the antics of the blue roan mare. Scott gave him a mock salute and nudged the legend of Ferndale forth with Keegan trailing them. So why do you think, they brought Holly out? Trevor asked as they nudged the horses for a trot, and then canter. Knowing this ol girl, she was probably driving Lee insane going stir crazy. Ya cant keep a true racer caged for long. He murmured, patting the blue roans neck. By the way Holly, Will broke his maiden first go. Hopefully he follows yours and Dies hoof prints and dominates the track. Holly whickered and bobbed her head, her black mane lightly tossing with each movement. Man, you’d swear she understood you. Trevor murmured from beside them as they moved onto the track. Scott shot him a smirk Oh, but she does. Ready? Six furlongs. Trevor nodded and the two urged the horses forth. Holly bolted forth opening up a two length lead before Scott could even blink. Damn girl! He called, pulling back on her reins as Trevor pushed Keegan for more until the two were battling down the track. I might take her for a mile, she seems to have a lot of pent up energy. He called to Trevor who nodded as they closed in on the five furlong marker. The duo passed at the same time and Trevor pulled Keegan up, and circled around to cool him while Scott urged Holly for more. Holly snorted and switched leads, plowing down the dirt with ground eating strides. It was as though she never left, the wind whipping by the blue roan mare as they turned towards the backstretch without any hesitation. Scott pulled back on the reins, easing her into an easy breeze as they thundered the length and he circled her around to head back to where Keegan and Trevor were waiting. As they reached the duo, Scott noticed a limp in Keegans walk and frowned. Trevor, hold up. Trevor halted the youth and Scott hopped off holly who walked a few feet away and stopped. Scott bent down to run his hands along Keegans back right leg and frowned, feeling it swollen and hot. I think he tore something… lets walk em home and have Lee look at it. Trevor nodded, patting Keegans neck soothingly while Scott went and grabbed Holly.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Scott & A Hero Comes Home, Trevor & Parlay Scott and Trevor were once more called up to work out horses, this time however it was the yearlings. As the approached the stable the duo noticed Lee and Ricky each holding a horse. Scott raised a brow as they came to a stop before the two. Scott, you’re working Hero. Trevor you’re on Perry. Lee ordered, and both Jockies moved to mount up. How long? Scott questioned, patting Heros neck. Take em for a three furlong run, then bring them back. Ricky spoke up, as they wanted these two to work on their breaking. Work em from the gate. Lee added, and the two nodded. With nothing else to be said, Scott and Trevor headed off towards the track at a canter. This’ll be interesting if anyone knows who their sires are. Scott commented in amusement. Trevor laughed, nodding in agreement as Perry tossed his head and snorted. Indeed, the Challenger son and Daemon daughter working out together. Both Jockies smirked. It’d be sweet if they ended up having a foal when they retire from racing. The two great sires, turned into grandsires. Scott murmured and Trevor found himself nodding. We better work hard on their training, so they’ll be a force to be reckoned with. Scott added and Trevor agreed once more. It wasn’t long before the duo reached the track and headed down to the gate. The track hands helped load them, and even held them until the bell rang and gates sprang open. Both jockies nudged them forth - the horses warmed up from the canter here - and both yearlings bolted from the gates. Perry and Hero were stride for stride as they ate up the track, blowing past the first furlong and into the second in a matter of seconds. Both jockies glanced towards each other briefly and smirked, before asking the duo for more. Hero huffed out a breath as her strides seemed to lengthen, pulling a head a neck from Perry who clung right at her side. As they approached the third and final furlong, Trevor urged Perry for more and the colt gave, easily matching Heros strides once again. As the duo blew past the ‘wire’ the two jockies gently pulled back on the reins, slowing the duo down and circling them to the outside to canter, and trot back to the exit before heading home. These two are gonna be a force to be reckoned with Trevor murmured, and Scott nodded. Only thing remains is to see how they do in a race. Its different from training. Trevor nodded in agreement, wasn’t that the truth.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Lee & Don't Speak, Chad & Rude Boy, Ricky & The Lupin, Scott & Braveheart, Trevor & Touched by you Lee had finally allowed Chad a mount, but only because they had a large influx of yearlings they needed to work out. As the grooms stood gathered before her she nodded her head, and signaled to the grooms to grab the yearlings she’d told them earlier. Alright. We’re gonna be working the yearlings from the gates today. Don’t push them, I want you to run em to the second furlong pole after they break. Just long enough so they can work on a fast break. If I see any of you pushing them it will be your asses. Understood? She glared at Chad as she said this and the other jockies all answered with soft ‘yes’ while Chad grudgingly nodded after a long pause. Good. Now, Scott you’re on Braveheart, Trevor you’re on Tessa, Chad you’re on Rudy, Ricky you’re on Lupin, Lee you got Silence. Mike spoke up and the jockeys moved towards their assigned horses, accepting leg ups from the grooms. Alright lets go. Lee ordered as Mike headed to the truck to meet them at the track. The group headed out as one at a trot, moving down along the road at the easy pace. Lupin was tense, wide eyed as his ears flicked every which way and occasionally side-stepped to the side - and right into rudy - at everything and nothing. Lee watched this from her own mount as Ricky worked at settling the colt, correcting him when he spooked and keeping him on a tight rein incase he tried to bolt. Lee could also see Rudy getting more and more annoyed every time he was bumped into, until finally his head whipped to the side and teeth lashed out, sinking into Lupins shoulder and causing the colt to squeal and half rear. She was glad Mike had assigned Ricky to the colt, for he was ready for it. Lee urged Silence up beside her brother and grabbed his reins, jerking his head away from the other colt and keeping a hold on them. Keep your mount under control Chad. Lee hissed, glaring at the young Jockey while Ricky soothed Lupin. Me?! Hes the one who let his mount bump into Rudy! Chad growled, jerking the reins back and causing Rudy to squeal and rear, ripping the reins from Lees hands. Chad scrambled, but had been leaning back and tumbled out of the saddle as Rudy bolted forward. Shit! Lee hissed, urging Silence into a gallop as she tried to catch up to her brother. Luckily Mike had seen the horse in his rear view mirror and pulled off the road, blocking the horses path long enough to leap out and throw his hands up. Rudy squealed and skidded to a halt long enough for Mike to grab his reins, as Lee came up on Silence. Lee, what happened?! Mike questioned as he hooked the colt to the truck to check his legs. Chad didn’t pay attention and Rudy bit Lupin, when I went to get correct the horse and rider Chad got pissed and jerked the reins, digging the bit into Rudys teeth… well you can guess what happened then? Mike nodded He reared….wheres chad? Lee sighed He tumbled off backwards, I went after Rudy. Mike nodded. Hes not injured, luckily. Hows Lupin? Lee shrugged He broke skin, but otherwise is fine. Mike nodded again. I’ll take him back to the stable. You wait here for everyone to catch up…and check her legs. Lee nodded and watched as Mike drove off at a very slow pace with Rudy trotting alongside the truck. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to reach them.. Minus Chad. Hows chad? She asked Ricky. He’s fine, has a hell of a headache. I told him to go back to the stable. Lee nodded and the group headed out to the track. The rest of the work out went off without a hitch, well except for Lupin spooking a few times when being lead into the gates… but Lee kind of expected that one.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Lee & Don't leave me, Scott & Smokey da bandit, Ricky & Dontfearthereaper, Trevor & Stay with me As the group returned from the previous work out, Mike was waiting with the last four of the yearlings. Alright, since last time Chad managed to let a horse get loose he’s once again suspended from riding. As for the rest of you. Mike said, his gaze sweeping across the group as the grooms lead their previous mounts off. Scott your on Smokey, Ricky you’re on Reaper, Trevor you’re on Star, Lee you got Levy. The group nodded. Same as before, work from the gates don’t push them. Two furlong pole and done. As the group answered with positive, understanding Answers Mike moved off to check over Silence and Rudy once more. Lee walked up to Levy, who was currently lipping the reins while the groom held him with a weary look. Er..Lee. Trevor called, causing Lee to look at him. Which is Star? The two champagne colts were nearly identical… except for the sabino on their rumps. While Stars went up the back of his rump, Levys started but only had a patch on his hindquarters. That’s Star. Lee answered, nodding to the colt beside Levy. He’s an inch taller…and look at their hind quarters. She said, motioning to the different sabino markings. Ahh Trevor answered as he got a leg up from the groom and accepted the reins. Levy ditched the reins in favor of nibbling at Lees shirt while she’d been talking to Trevor, and now as she looked back she chuckled. Levy… stop. Gently pushing his head away she moved around and swung up onto the colts back, accepting the reins and wincing when Levy nipped the groom on the butt. Said groom squeaked and smacked Levy lightly on the muzzle before she scurried away. Lee urged Levy forth, followed by the rest of the group as they moved out onto the road at a trot. It didn’t take long before the group reached the track. Lee took the lead, and headed towards the gates where the track hands were waiting. Levy caught sight of the gates, and where the humans were trying to lead him and reared with a loud squeal. Lee leaned forward and pulled his head around once he landed, circling him. The track hand tried once again to lead him in and Lee urged him forward while two more pushed from behind. Finally loaded they moved to load the rest, which went in without much trouble. Once all the youngsters were loaded the bell was rang and gate flung open. Each jockey urged the youngsters forth, causing them to break a split second after the bell. Reaper went for the lead, falling just off the rail as they pounded down the track towards the two furlong marker. Levy was a nose behind her, with Star right off his flank on the outside. Smokey was behind all of them on the inside. None of the jockies pushed them, letting the horses work it out for themselves. As they drew closer to the two furlong pole, Levy inched ahead of Reaper and Star moved up beside her just as they passed the two furlong pole. Lee and the others slowed the youngsters and circled around to cool them before heading home, Mike pleased with how the group had worked.

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Lee & The Lupin, Ricky & Into The Dark, Trevor & Glock, Scott & The Covenant Lee was one of the first onto the track, beneath her the skittish colt they’d dubbed Wolf, due to his nature and well … skittishness. Behind her came Ricky with his mount, the striking young filly Fealty. She was the first born from one of their homebred studs. A silver bay dun she stood out with her white mane and tail along with blue eyes and bald face. Next to enter was Trevor with the seasoned colt Glock beneath him. Though he was over shadowed by the performances by Will all in FF knew he had talent of his own. Finally bringing up the rear of their own little ‘parade’ was Caleb, the dunskin tovero colt sired by Spellbreaker. It didn’t take long before the group reached their starting markings, and soon were off. Glock took to the lead to begin with, plowing down the track on the inside with ground eating strides. A short distance behind him was Wolf, ears pinned back and eyes wide. Fealty trailed him, followed by Caleb. The group urged the horses faster, working on their breaks from the gate. Once the foursome hit the fourth furlong they began to slow, cooling the youngsters down. Ricky circled Fealty around towards Lee. ”Well?” Lee glanced at her jockies. ”Glock did fine, Fealty could have broken quicker I noticed her slight hesitation. Wolf that ones obvious, and Caleb don’t be afraid to use the crop.” Jockies nodded and they headed back to the barn.

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