The Ginger Mare *Black Beauty*

New Freinds

I ended up becoming a full time race horse for the mistresses son after my 12 month break since the first race, I met many new horses and two became my friend, Missy and James, James was a tall brown stallion with a long white line down his face like mine, missy was smaller and had beautiful dark gray long hair along with a lighter gray coat. We bonded well together and it was nice to be with horses again, everynight we would go to our sheds and sleep together and the next morning would be full on training,
Jumping from fence to fence, learning how to canter and gallop correctly, which was a lot more difficult with the mistress and son's manners and beliefs, galloping was already difficult with a human on your back but cantering was another story.

Cantering was trying to create a quicker rhythm between me and my owner while going at super galloping but with Mr perfectionism we would go over and over until it was perfect, all I had to do was run, he was the one that had to work on his timing but I would get the blame for messing up, if there was rocks, I was blamed, wet ground, blamed, sudden hole in the ground, blame, there was many times I wanted to throw him off but I felt I would never hear the end of it, so I went along with it, the others got the same treatment but he worked me harder as from the first day he liked my height for hunting and racing.

Luckily we were fed well as we were constantly building muscle, but the more muscle the heavier we got; which meant the heavier the fall, there use to be a stallion called Felix but he was bigger and taller than all of us, he was one of the best racer and won many trophies for the mistresses husband when he started racing again almost 10 years ago, but he was overworked the master kept pushing him to his limit and one day they were racing against another stallion, he was around the same size as Felix.

Felix had new shoes put on that morning, he wasn't used of them yet and he lost his footing and fell, the master fell 5 feet ahead of felix and Felix's fell front ways onto his legs, he was quickly taken of the field and a vet was called, the vet said that he had broken his left knee and that he had to quit racing, luckily it wasn't a broken leg and he could keep his weight off it while it healed but the master sold him and we never saw him again,

The thought of falling and hurting myself was horrifying no one wanted to be forsaken because of one fall, we had to keep our footing no matter what.