Not many people know what it's like to truly be free. I mean, it's not like I do, but training horses is as close as I can get. Just seeing them running out in the paddock and playing is beautiful.
For as long as I can remember, I would have liked to be a horse. They're so free and beautiful. The only thing that wakes me up in the morning is the sound of thundering hooves turning into the homestretch on the practice oval.
I sat perched on the rail and watched my horse, Midnight Nightmare, running for the finish line in the mock race we were having that day at Fade Ranch. As my horse closed in on the leader, I had a flash back to my first big race. It had been the Kentucky Oaks. My filly had come in a very close second and had only been bumped up because one of the other jockeys had called a foul and they disqualified the other filly. I didn't want to win that way. I wanted my filly to actually win. Well, that didn't happen, but at least we had gotten a first. Even if it was by disqualification.
"Yo, Blair! Snap out of it! What do you want me to do with Nightmare, here?"
I snapped my head up to look at the obnoxious groom who had yelled had me. Maddie St. Clair. God, that woman got on my nerves. She was short. Like 5'4, and 25. As if that wasn't bad enough, the woman had blue hair. Blue. Bright, fucking blue. Makes a man wonder what the hell is going through her head or if she was ever dropped on it.
"Calhoun! HELLO! What do you want me to do with him!?"
"Shut the fucking hell up for one second and let me think, damn it!" I shouted back at her. Anyone else would have shut up, but she didn't.
"Hell no! What makes you think I have to listen to YOU?"
I growled deep in my throat. "Listen you little bitch. I'm your god damn boss. I don't know if that makes any difference to you, but it does to everyone around you. So I suggest, if you want to keep your job, you'll for once in your life listen to someone else's authority!"
She rolled her eyes, but refrained from speaking.
"Take him in, wash and dry him and turn him out for the afternoon," I said with barely controlled rage.
Maddie quietly walked off with Nightmare. My friend and co-trainer Owen walked up to me. "Man, you gotta control that Irish Temper of yours."
"Well, if the woman didn't set me off at every turn, I would be perfectly fine."
"Yeah, it's what you tell everyone."
I looked over at Owen. He's the only man I ever knew who could look me in the eye besides my brother, Talon. (A.N. I lied. This is the sequel to Breaking in Two.) I had only meet Talon a couple years back, after his son, Niall was born. I hadn't known I had a brother until my mom told me. Adoption. Talon was my identical twin. Anyways, Owen swept his blonde hair out of his eyes and looked at me, with his bright green eyes.
"You know, sometimes I think you're lucky. You didn't know your real parents. From the sounds of it, Talon had a hell of a time with them. I know I hated mine. You have the nicest parents out there when your real ones are assholes. They gave you everything you could have ever wanted, even though they're poor. They would have given you the moon. You don't know how lucky you are." With that, he turned and walked away.
Yeah, I thought. Lucky.
Snorting, I turned and walked away from the track.


A.N. I'm such a little liar. I'll write more later. Right now, Smallville.