not hard. Heâs not like the others youâve had. He doesnât have to be trained the way
itâs supposed to be done
at all.â
âStop it!â Jimmyâs voice shrilled up and down the shed row. Grooms in nearby stalls stopped their work to turn and look at him.
It was many seconds before Jimmy had control of himself, and then his words came pouring out while his pointed Adamâs apple rose high in his thin neck. âIâve taken all I can from you, Henry! You tell me to look at my colt. You tell me how to train him.
You
, who never even sat behind a fast horse. Youâre telling
me
. Get out of here. Get out quick before I throw you out!â
He turned to Alec. âYou go with him! I donât need
you
, either!â
The blood rushed to Alecâs head. He turned toward Henry, but his old friend wasnât looking at him. Instead Henry was walking down the row, his bowlegs moving like a very slow wheel, his big shoulders stooped and beaten.
Tears came to Alecâs eyes. He could hardly see Jimmy standing there in front of him. He heard Bonfire moving about to his rear, and then felt the coltâs warm breath on the back of his neck. He heard himself say, âI want to stay. Iâve got to stay.â
Jimmy shouted, âThen you do it my way!â He whirled to watch Henry, who was far down the row.
After many minutes Jimmy turned back to Alec. He was no longer furious but terribly weary. Yet his jaw was set with pure mulishness, and Alec knew thereâd be no backing down. He awaited Jimmyâs orders. Finally they came.
âLetâs hook him up,â Jimmy said. âI want you to jog him a couple of miles. After that weâll turn him andgo a mile in about two minutes ten seconds. No slower. You got a watch?â
âYes, sir.â
Jimmy looked at Alec and then said more kindly, âHenryâs all wrong, you know. With our horses yâgot to get them really loosened up before they race. It not only helps their muscles but it gets them to a high racing pitch. Theyâre ready to go then. Any temperament has been taken out of them. They donât do any jumping around. They keep their minds on the business at hand.â
Alec listened, realizing that Jimmy believed everything he said. No one was going to argue him into believing that Bonfire didnât need to follow this set training routine. And Alec didnât find this so strange when he thought of the younger men at Roosevelt Raceway. They did things no differently. They followed the leader, as Henry had said, and here was one of the leadersâJimmy.
He put the hood on Bonfire while Jimmy got the bridle and harness. As they worked, Alec got up courage to say, âYouâre sure you want me to go that fast a mile with him on the training track?â
âSure I do,â Jimmy said stubbornly. âHeâll be going faster than that before youâre through warming him up. I want the second and third mile trips to be down around two minutes five or six seconds.â
Alec said, âThatâs almost fast enough to win a Hambletonian.â
âThatâs what weâre aiminâ to do next week,â Jimmy answered.
Alec stayed behind as Jimmy led Bonfire from thestall. With all this scheduled work it was going to be really rough out there tonight. He wondered if Henry would be around to watch the race.
By seven-thirty they had Bonfire in the paddock. Two of the three separate mile warm-ups were behind the blood bay colt. And now, less than an hour before being called to the post, Alec drove him out on the main track for his last warm-up mile.
Alec was as hot as his colt from all the work theyâd done in so short a time. He thought heâd never in his life forget Bonfireâs second mile. The colt really had had to step along to finish it in the time Jimmy had ordered. This final trip was to be as fast. Under any other circumstances Alec would
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