Taken.

[Millie Daveys]

Taken.


No Reservations ridden by Jaymee-Leigh Smith
Riding 10 Furlongs on the Turf.
The weather is Overcast and the going is Good to Soft.

I sat upon the grey's back with a great smile spread accross my face. I was simply so happy that Millie had let me own this horse and added to that we had come third in our previous race. Rebel seemed quieter than usual today. He was however frisky, flinging his head in the air, flicking his tail and stamping the turf ground. I squeezed the colt on softly and he was more than glad to respond. Rebel quickly walked into the middle of the track, where I turned him to face down the track. I walked him down the track for a few minutes to get him warmed-up to go into a trot.I asked a trot from him, this he was not happy about and gave a buck, neighing at the same time. I sat up straight though, and again asked for trot. This time he responded nicely and began in a comfortable working trot, and I posted nicely to his rhythmic strides. I circled him in circles, working our way from 5 meters up to 20 meters, and then back down again. He was fine at first but began to get moody.Rebel knew that we were going to be running today, so he was very egar to get going. However I held him back, until I had gained full control. And when I eventually had I dug my heels in to his rib cage, Rebel needed no more than that, he was off, cantering down the track. Splashes of mud flicked up every now and then, into our faces. As the starting gates came into view I pushed Rebel into a swift gallop. The gates grew nearer and nearer, until finally I brought Rebel down to a canter, then trot, and finally a walk.

Rebel grew excited now. I pushed him on into the gates and he did not resist. The gates closed quietly behind us. Now we wait anxiously in the enclosed metal box. I sat low in my saddle and shortened my reins. My crop lay next to Rebel's shoulder. I sat ready for the gallop ahead. Then finally the buzzer rang and the gates flew open. Rebel raised his head and galloped out of the gates franticly.

He automaticaly drifted towards the rail, until he was hugging it tightly. I crouched low, almost hiding behind Rebel's muscular neck. He was pretty mature, phisically, for his age and his muscles were well developed. We thundered down the straight. The rain started to fall lightly and the ground was getting muddy now. Rebel did not seem bothered by this, he would run in anything! I held him back slightly as we came to the first and only corner we would approach today. Rebel took corners well, and held his position on the rail. He felt to lean slightly in to the rail, and me with him. We came off the corner now, and I let him go a bit, with only four furlongs of so left to run. We gallop furiously down the final straight and Rebel was really going well.

Before I knew it the two furlong marker flew by and I let Rebel go a little more, he responded perfectly and lowered his head. He knew what coming, the big finale. Finally as we past the final marker, one furlong left to run, I let Rebel go. He really took the oportunity and let rip. Rebel ate up the ground and galloped towards the finishing post. Rebel almost jumped across the line. I smiled to myself happily, and brought him down to a gradual walk. I patted his neck, still smiling broadly. Rebel had done excellent, after his previous race, and this was also his final work session before his upcoming race.

I pushed Rebel into a trot, to cool him down. He pranced down the track happily, as if he knew I was pleased with his performance. Finally I brought his to a walk, and let him on a long rein, and directed him off the track.

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