"Junior!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as he walked away. "You promised."

"Kris, it's out of my hands!" he called back.

"Junior, you know Wildfire's better! Put him in the Breeders!" I screamed. He turned to face me.

"Kris, my dad made the decision!"

"But you're part of it!"

"There's nothing I can do," he said quietly. For six weeks Wildfire's times had been better than Avatar's and still, Ken Davis wouldn't let Wildfire race for Davis Ranch in the Breeders.

"Well I'm not about to sit here and watch Wildfire rot while he's better," I snapped, walking past Junior toward the mansion.

"Wildfire will race," I thought to myself. "I'll make sure of it."

"Mr. Davis!" I yelled, making sure the entire house heard me.

"In my office, Ms. Furillo." he called. Once I was inside he continued. "There's no need to scream so the entire house can hear you. Now, what is it you want?"

"Wildfire in the Breeders," I answered frankly.

"Well, that's just not possible," he replied.

"Mr. Davis, Wildfire's gotten better times than Avatar, he deserves to go." I insisted.

"Avatar is a champion horse, he'll win." Mr. Davis resisted.

"But he's getting older, Sir," I commented.

"Ms. Furillo, if you want Wildfire in the Breeders so badly, why don't you run him with another ranch?" he questioned.

"I can do that?" I asked suspiciously.

"Sure, I'm positive Avatar will win, it's no downfall to us," he explained. I smiled, said my thanks, then ran off to tell Junior.

"What ranch will you ride with?" he inquired. I had no idea, but one automatically came to mind. Raintree.