Elias was not the fastest jockey at the Briarwood Derby, but he was certainly the most patient. His horse, a stubborn chestnut mare named Cinder, had a habit of fighting the bit. Most riders would saw at the reins, forcing her into submission, but Elias knew that Cinder only ran her best when she felt she was choosing the path herself.
The championship race was a blur of mud and thunder. By the final turn, the pack was thinning. Elias felt Cinder’s muscles bunch beneath him, a living engine of heat and heart. As they rounded the bend into the homestretch, the leading stallion stumbled—just a fraction—and Cinder saw her opening. hands_down
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Elias looked to his left and right. There was no one close enough to challenge them. He felt a strange, sudden peace. This was the moment his grandfather had told him about—the moment you knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that the race was yours. The championship race was a blur of mud and thunder