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[Freedom!]

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"He'll never make it as a racer, a blind man could see that." Yelled Mark, The young horse shook his head as Rody laid his hand on his neck, "He'll do more than make it, he'll become the most well known horse you know." he said back, as calmly as he could manage as he stroked down Ben's neck with a soft, tender hand. Rody, had bought a young shire horse just over two years ago, the dam of the horse hadn't wanted the foal, and the owners didn't have the time or money to take care of it. When Rody seen the small, helpless shire he had to have him, even through his father ran a racing barn. It was hard to start with, With Rody only being seventeen at the time he had had to earn the money to pay for everything, since his father was desperate to make him get rid of the unexpected, unwanted new resident who was taking up one of his stalls. He had tried everything to make his son give up the foal, offered him a thoroughbred instead, threatened to kick him out, and was close to selling it behind his back, but just didn't have the heart to do that to his now only family and son who lived anywhere close. Marcus Freeborn had had a total of three sons, His eldest was Shane who had left to join the army when he turned eighteen, he hadn't seen him since that but got a letter every so often to let him know that he was ok, he then had Reece, wo commited suicide when they found out that their mother had passed away, she had always loved horses and it had been her passion, in a fatal fall on the track she sadly didn't make it. Rody and Mark hadn't always gotten along, Rody was the bad kid, the one who was taking everything he could get his hands on. Since he got Ben through, things had been different, he'd came off of the stuff to help this horse, and that's exactly what he intended to do.
Rody watched as Mark stormed of back towards the house, turning back around to face the track as he rested his head against Ben's neck, "We'll get there some day big man." He told him, closing his eyes as he felt every breath that the horse took, "I promise you that much."
He lifted up Ben's reins and led the horse off of the track before the next horse came out to get his exercise, turning his head slightly to see the horse soaring past. It was against all odds that Ben would ever make it as a racer, but he had something that a lot of the horses on the track didn't- the attitude. While some horses may be stubborn or ornery, Ben was just Ben, he was sweet, and would give it his all at anything, no matter how hard it was on him. This was probably the only think that was keeping Rody on helping the horse along the way, he even had a plan in place to get the shires name known.
When they had reached the Barn where Ben was staying Rody lifted of the racing saddle which he had made himself, the normal ones didn't fit the shape of the shires back comfortably, so this one had been hand made for him, it didn't weight much more so worked well for everybody. When one of the thoroughbreds, Call Me Six stuck his head out to greet them Rody stroked his big, black head while he watched him with those intelligent brown eyes. Call Me Six was a claimer, he didn't have the will power to win much, he was more interested in what was happening around him than what he was meant to be doing, but all the same he was a nice horse, a good looker, and any bookies dreams for people who went by the name.
Rody turned to face Ben, taking of the bridle- which was also made to fit- with ease, knowing that the shire wouldn't go to far, knowing that their loyalty wouldn't enable him to. With the two pieces of tack in hand he headed down to the tack barn, going inside to hang up the tack as he seen the photos on the far wall, they were of everyone who had raced here, the full wall was covered in photos upon photos of the endless race horses who had been born and raised here, eventually becoming a good race horse. "Someday." Rody mumbled, setting the tack down before going out to find Ben with his head over that of none other than the other Bens My Friend. Yes, confusing, but it was all part of the plan. This Ben had four white feet, a stripe down his face, a black mane and tail and a bay coat- it was like Rody's Ben in a thoroughbred form. To explain this further, he couldn't register a shire as a racing thoroughbred, so he had gotten this horse that had the same markings more or less to him, he planned to race the thoroughbred of whom he had nicknamed Buddy to prevent the confusion it would cause of having two Ben's, and get him to win. Once there was so many wins to the Ben name, he would try to get him into a big race somewhere, he already had his eyes on the Kentucky Derby, he knew the chances of a win from the shire were slim but there was still time to train up and get him in better shape, plus Buddy was always there just incase. "Come on big fella, you need to rest." he told Ben, clicking his tongue as he moved towards him, letting the horse go into his stall first before closing the door over. He sometimes wondered how this would play out, there was always the worry that Ben would fall, if it was dangerous for a thoroughbred what was it like for a shire? As for the speed, Ben was learning fast how to give bursts, plus the normal trait of having stamina in him helped out a lot, since he could go a while longer than any of the thoroughbreds. Rody patted Ben one last time before heading back out of the barn, seeing one of the amateur jockeys Clark riding in on Scottish Lady, another of the young thoroughbreds who was still in training. He nodded his greeting before heading back up to the house, heading inside as he seen his dog Rufus lying on the stairs. "Hey there you." Rody said, "At least you understand." He then mumbled, heading straight up to his room since he didn't want to face his dad right now. He often slept out in the barn nowadays with Ben to insure no one tried to harm him, but today of all days he wanted to get a roasting hot shower, and a few extra blankets to take out with him.

[Freedom!]

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Rody woke up to the feeling of Rufus licking his face, opening his eyes to see the large german shepherd who thumped his tail repeatingly off of the wood of the hay barn. Rody moaned before rolling off of the hay bale he was lying on, getting changed into his fresh pair of clothes of which he had brought up last night. He still hadn't talked to Mark, he had just came out of his bedroom window so he wouldn't have to face the enraged father. He never understood Mark anymore, one day he was fine about Rody, the next his son was worse than a serial killer, he was beginning to give up understanding what his dad wanted from him, he wasn't changing for anyone- no matter how close of family they were. With these thoughts going through his head he moved over to the end of the hayloft's wooden barrier to prevent people from falling, jumping down as he landed in a crouch on his two feet, regaining his full balance before continuing towards where Ben was, glancing back to see Rufus jumping down as the dog headed back over towards him. Rody heard Ben whinnying as the shire put his head over to greet them, Mark had been sure to make sure that none of the workers helped out with the shire in any way whatsoever, they weren't allowed to so much as look Ben's way without risking getting fired. He glanced in at Buddy, seeing he hadn't been fed yet either, this had only started about a week ago, they were now not helping with either of the two horses.
Rody headed down to the tack room where the food was also kept, getting the two buckets with Ben and Buddy's names on them before going to the larger buckets to fill them up. He give both their normal diet- oats, grain and an apple at the bottom as a treat. He lifted the buckets one in each hand before going back down to the horses, setting each of their buckets in and onto the hooks so that they could eat up. He hadn't so much as turned round when he heard the familiar noise of a horse biting into an apple, turning around to see that Ben had quite proudly managed to reach for it first. "Your meant to leave the best for last big fella." He told the horse with roll of his eyes, heading to the barn door so that he could see what was happening on the track for a while until they were done eating. He seen a few cameras, meaning he wouldn't be able to take Ben out quite yet, he didn't want the horses story out anytime soon.
After giving the horses a few more minutes he headed back to the tack room, getting Buddy's tack along with a brush this time, if he couldn't get Ben out and onto the track then the least he could do was train Buddy. "Sorry mate, not now." He said to the shire who nosed at the saddle in the hope that it was for him. Rody headed inside of Buddy's stall, brushing him over with an easy hand before patting hic neck, "That's a boy." he said when the thoroughbred stood still for him, setting the brush on the end of the stall door and lifting up the saddle pad and saddle, setting it on his back as the horse side stepped slightly, beginning to get excited over what was to come next. Rody reached over the door to get the awaiting bridle, bringing it in as he slipped it over his head with a relaxed motion. As soon as Buddy was tacked up Rody led him out of his stall, and eventually out of the barn as he jumped up onto the saddle, he hadn't gotten a hat or goggles on, but if his Dad wasn't playing fair then neither was Rody. "Give me your all Buddy, we'll show him." He mumbled to the horse, patting his neck one last time before nudging him on into a light trot towards the track. He seen Clark on Misted Clouds, trying to get the gelding to go in even through the strong headed horse was refusing. Good horse, bit his pig headed attitude was holding him back. Buddy let out a whinny as he picked up his pace to get to the starting gates, turning around before heading into loading gate four. It only took a quick glance around to see who all was racing, there was a total of six trainees waiting for that bell that would let them go- well five so far and Cloud still needed to be put into the gate. He heard Mark's voice and cursed under his breath, ducking his head down beside Buddy's neck so that he wouldn't see him, knowing he'd have more than a few things to say about Rody riding without a hat or goggles. He heard a bang and a loud whinny as between the jockey, Mark and one of the grooms got the horse into the loading pen. On your marks. Get Set. Go. Rody repeated it over and over on his head, three times over and the bell went of. Buddy leapt from the gate with a powerful push from his back legs, keeping up to the outside of the group. He heard Mark yelling about something- no doubt it was at Rody. It was confirmed when he heard him loud and clear telling him to pull Buddy in, no chance was that going to happen. As they turned the first corner Rody felt the mud spraying up and hitting him in the face from Energy Drink's hooves who was running in front of them. He knew that Energy would slow down again soon, he was more the one to fall behind once the race came into the back stretch.
"Come on Bud, now." He told the thoroughbred, kicking his side lightly with the heel of his foot as they reached the final stretch, Rody was well and truly covered in mud, and so was Buddy by the looks of it. This was the best part about the rain- the track got muddy. His last challenge now was to get Buddy past Misted Cloud, he was the last one who was going equal with them, but he could already tell Cloud was going to give in, he was trying to stop but Ricky, his jockey wasn't having none of it from the high strung thoroughbred. With a final nudge of his heel the two thoroughbreds came through neck to neck, to face the red faced, fuming father at the end. "Just the face I wanted to see after a win." Rody teased his dad, even through it wasn't the time or place he couldn't resist it. "What the hell do you think your doing?! You could have gotten yourself killed over a race!" He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air, "I give up with you, I offer you a winning thoroughbred, you pick a mangy shire, I set simple rules to keep people safe, you break them just to get back at me." he said before thundering of, "I'd sooner take my mangy shire over any of your rotten ol' thoroughbreds!" Rody yelled back, clicking his tongue for Buddy to continue towards the gap before heading back to the barn.