Chapter Fourty-Five

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-1 month later, Santa Anita-

It was one moth until the great Breeders Cup series. Emily was running in the Classic, against Unwanted, who has won the Sunshine Million, Gold Cup, Pacific Classic, Charles Town Classic and Awesome Again. He was showing up this year, leaving Prince Sham the races in the east.

Emily has worked impressively over the Santa Anita track, along with See The Giants, he excels over the turf course. I'm expecting a big win from him in the Breeders Cup Turf, he'll be the likely favorite.

Today Emily was working a mile and a quarter. Everyone was here to watch it. Even Caitlyn and Jack. Jones left, or was fired a while back. So now Jack is back as official trainer. He leaned against the rail timing the filly.

"How do you think she'll do?" I asked.

"She could win. Don't know yet, cause we're a 2 weeks away from the Breeders Cup. Unwanted shipped in today. He's our real problem, so did Smarty Maniac, Soreno, Wicked Revenge and Fed Tiz. Torpedo Mania has been here all year along with, Devastate The Legend and Hollywood Classic. Two International horses are coming in two days, those two being, Iron Chaparral and Makybe Kingdom. So including Emily, there are 11 horses in the Breeders Cup Classic." I nodded.

Emily was running down the backstretch now.

"I don't see Iron Chaparral winning, Holywood Classic hasn't been performing and Sereno has gotten bitter." I said.

"So right horses to worry about? Well I'll be. I never thought the Breeders Cup always had the favorite win. Cause upsets never happen." Jack glances and me and back to Emily. She was heading into the turn.

"You got a point there Jack." I said and Emily flew out of the turn and into the stretch. We watched her fly down it, and I heard Jack's stopwatch click and he looked down at it.

"1:58.2." He looked up from the watch and looked at Emily galloping out. "We might have a Classic winner." He said and I heard murmuring from behind us, but it wasn't bad. The clockers were surprised by the filly's time.

"You bet we do." I said and smiled at him. "We've always had the Classic winner." I said and softly elbowed his arm and he smiled

"Them boys better watch out for her cause she's a beast and nothing goin' to stop her."

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