An even bigger miracle? He agreed to give Filipia exactly one chance. Just one. Desperate, I reckon. She took it; I took it. And I’ll brag right now: those crusty horsemen stood back and learned something from an eighteen-year-old girl. A tiny, baby-faced girl. “Two days,” Gary barked at her one morning, about the middle of May. “That’s it. I’ll allow you forty-eight hours to make this happen. We’ve got to make up some time. All my other horses are doing baby two-year-old races already.” I glanced up from my hay, a mouthful of it dangling from my lips. As much as I wanted that little old girl to show them up and prove herself, the fact was not lost on me that her goal was to break me. They’d already broken my knees and set them back straight when I was shy of a month old. This breaking that Gary kept talking about involved something else. Something even more precious than my bones or muscles or any other parts at all. Gary was negotiating with Filipia about breaking my spirit.
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