Barrett was a Thoroughbred, son of a famous racehorse. The white lightning bolt was his mark on the world, a sign of what was to come. Right from the start, this small brown colt had a destiny, which would prove he was worthy of being the great Thoroughbred he was.
Barrett sailed over the fence like a seasoned jumper. Landing, Kate turned him to the right. They galloped along the edge of the field to the second fence. She counted off twelve strides to a brown and yellow hedge-and-rail jump. The ground was eating up every stride as Barrett galloped down to the fence. |
