on end as did the mares, weanlings, stallions, and even old Napoleon. No, she would be given just a short time to frolic alone. Then Henryâs hand would be on her halter again. She was different from the others; her goal was the Kentucky Derby only five months away. Her days would be spent under saddle, jogging, galloping, and breezing. Always she would feel the weight of a rider on her back, his hands on her mouth. She would know no other life for a long, long time to come.
Henryâs hand moved against the fillyâs head, shifting her balance so she was always in motion and couldnât collect herself to rear or paw. He had led her about inside the barn many times during the past few days. She tried fewer tricks now than she had at first. Still he had to be very careful, never giving her a chance to think of anything but what he wanted her todo. He turned to Alec, standing a short distance from them.
âDid you put Satan in the barn?â he asked.
âYes,â Alec replied, âand Napoleon is in his paddock, as you wanted.â
âHow about the Black?â
âHeâs in his field,â Alec said. âItâs a nice morning and I only put him out there a short while ago. He needs the exercise.â
âI guess itâll be all right. Heâs probably at the far end of the field, isnât he?â
Alec nodded, but his eyes were on the filly. Henry had stopped moving her in those small circles. Alec waited to see what sheâd do. Sure enough, her foreleg came up and she pawed the air. Henry brought the end of the lead shank smartly against her leg.
âMind!â he said firmly. âStand still.â
Alec knew that she had not struck out viciously. She had done it more in play. But it would not have been much fun for anyone to have been on the receiving end of such a blow.
Henry was moving her again. âOne good lick at exactly the right moment is worth a dozen taps poorly timed and placed,â he said. âSheâll learn.â
They started up the road, the filly walking between them. Alec put a hand on her neck, rubbing it gently. She had a mind of her own, but sheâd come around, all right.
After she had worked off some of her excess energy by running around the paddock, he would ride her for the first time. He wouldnât have any trouble. He could stick with any kind of a rough colt, so he wasnâtworrying about that. And the moment he sat in the saddle he would know a lot more about her than he did nowâperhaps even more than Henry. He wanted to be pleased and happy with what he found. He wanted Black Minx to be the filly Henry thought she was.
Before Henry turned the filly loose in the paddock, he had Alec go up to the far end to flag her down if she built up too much speed. Leaning against the fence, Alec waited. He saw her go over to look at Napoleon in the next paddock. The old gelding pricked his ears, then drew back, a little startled, as Black Minx bolted up the field, kicking out her hind legs.
Alec watched her closely as she neared him and then cut across the paddock. She had gone smoothly into her gallop, so much like the Black and so unlike Satan, whose first movements were heavy and ponderous. Alec liked what he saw, and his gaze shifted to Henry at the other end of the paddock. He knew Henry was enjoying the fillyâs action, too.
Black Minx stopped suddenly to rear high and paw the air. When she came down, she was off again with lightning swiftness. Alec knew then sheâd never be left at the post, not with such getaway speed. But would she be able to maintain her speed over a distance? Some horses were built for sprints, some for distances. Her smallness made him think she might be a speed horse, a sprinter. But Henry maintained she would be able to go a classic distance, the full mile and a quarter at which the Kentucky Derby was run.
Well, why shouldnât she be able to go the distance?
Alec asked
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