a quiet ride for a young girl.â
âFrom what youâve told us, I would agree,â Jack said. âThe chestnut horse, Code of Honor, looks to be our best choice, so letâs get back to him. Does that sound like a plan to you, Sarah?â
Sarah nodded, although she couldnât help being curious about Crown Prince. Where was he? What did he look like? She wished she could see him.
âOkay,â answered Rudy. âI understand you have a letter from Chandler DeWitt I need to sign, and I have a folder of information on Cody to give you, medical records and such. Iâll also write up what weâve been feeding him, so you can gradually change him over to whatever your farm uses for grain and hay. Letâs go to my office to take care of the paperwork.â
CHAPTER 7
The Choice
SARAH WISHED SHE COULD go back to Codyâs stall, but she grudgingly followed the men down the shed row to the trainerâs office. She really didnât want to be cooped up inside âdoing businessâ when there were so many beautiful horses here to see.
Rudy opened the door and gestured for them to enter. For someone who had been a longtime leading trainer at Raceland Park, his office was surprisingly âno-frills.â The room was sparsely furnished with a desk and an older computer. A few straight-backed chairs sat beside two metal file cabinets, and the only other piece of furniture was a drop-leaf table near the door, where a bulging scrapbook was displayed. Except for a large chart mapping out the training program for each horse in his string, the paneled walls were bare.
Rudy began looking for Code of Honorâs file in one of the cabinets. One Thoroughbred racehorse could accumulate a lot of paperwork, with a record kept of every shoeing, every visit from the vet, and a lifetime of training schedules. The successful horsesâ files also included listings of their racing wins, any newspaper clippings, and printouts from websites and racing blogs.
âHis Jockey Club registration papers are over in the Racing Secretaryâs office, and Iâll forward them to you once heâs passed the vet exam. They verify his age, breeding, and ownership history. Unfortunately, you wonât find anything in the races won column.â
Jack opened the scrapbook on the table to a newspaper article, faded and yellowed over time, with the headline, âBest Beau First in Raceland Handicap.â The scrapbook was filled with other clippings and magazine articles about some of the notable horses Rudy had trained and the important races theyâd won. Sarahâs father joined Jack, and soon the two men had tempted Rudy to regale them with the highlights of his impressive career and the horses heâd trained. Rudy seemed to have story after story to tell.
They donât need me here,
Sarah thought. She wanted to get back to the horses. Quietly she slipped out the door and went to Code of Honorâs stall, where the chestnut gelding was still eating hay from his net. Sarah brought out her last carrot, and as before, let the horse have small bites. She stroked his face as he chomped on the carrot. When it was gone, he strained over his stallâs webbing to nudge her with his nose, asking for more. âSorry, Cody, thatâs it,â Sarah said, showing him empty palms.
A groom walked by carrying a bale of golden straw that he plunked down by the next stall. He paused to look at Code of Honor and Sarah. âCodyâs a nice horse,â he said. âIâve been his groom all year, and heâs been a peach. Iâve never had to watch my back with that one. Youâre going to like him a lot.â
âWill you miss him?â Sarah asked.
The man shrugged. âHorses come and go. I rub four horses and that keeps me too busy to notice, really. I hear thereâs a nice two-year-old coming from the farm to take the first open stall. Maybe heâll be the
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