"Hey Track!" yelled Spot.
"What's up?"
"Ya goin ta Sheepshead?"
"Yeah"
"mind if I join ya?"
"Shoah" replied Racetrack relucantaly.
He knew that he should trust Spot, after all he had been an important ally during the strike. He had seen though the way Spot had looked at Rora. Rora he thought smiling, with her big blue eyes and gentle smile.
"Race, we goin?" asked Shakes.
"Yeah, Brooklyn's coming wit us"
Aurora looked up into the crowded stands. She scowled when she saw Spot and Racetrack sitting in the center.
"Well.. Shit!" she said as she buckled her helmet.
"Who ya bettin on?" asked Shakes.
"I tink, I'm gonna bet on Crimson Fire" replied Spot "what about you Track?"
"I'm stickin wit Trinket"
"Which ones dat?"
"The white one"
Aurora felt the tension of the day fade into the wind that whisked around her. She leaned into the saddle and watched in satisfaction as Spitfire edged past their major competition, a black stallion named Crimson Fire.
"The Winner!" yelled the announcer "Oliver Andrews on Trinket!"
Aurora beamed. Another race won. Uh Oh! She thought when Shakes looked at her with a knowing look in her eyes.
"Hope she didn't recgnize me" whispered Aurora as she walked Spitfire back to the stables.
"Did dat guy look familiar ta ya?" asked Shakes.
"Nah" replied Racetrack "Tink you'se jus seeing tings"
"Shoah"
She just couldn't shake the feeling that she knew Oliver Andrews.
LATER THAT DAY.
"When did ya become a newsie?" asked Aurora as she sat with Racetrack on the roof of the Lodging House.
"Actually, it was bout da same time ya brudda did" replied Racetrack "My mudda and fadda were killed in a fire da day afta we came ta America."
"God, I'm sorry" said Aurora grabbing his hand.
"Race!" yelled Jack "We'se about ta start da game"
"All right! Ya coming down?"
"Nah, I'll be down"
Aurora laid back on the roof and stared into the starry night.
"Hry Rora" said Spot.
"Jeesus, one of these days your gonna give me a heart attack" replied Aurora.
"Sorry"
Spot came up and sat next to her. He watched as the moonlight danced off her delicate profile.
"What would ya do if I kissed ya?"...
Yeah? Carryin da Banner, Revolution
"What's up?"
"Ya goin ta Sheepshead?"
"Yeah"
"mind if I join ya?"
"Shoah" replied Racetrack relucantaly.
He knew that he should trust Spot, after all he had been an important ally during the strike. He had seen though the way Spot had looked at Rora. Rora he thought smiling, with her big blue eyes and gentle smile.
"Race, we goin?" asked Shakes.
"Yeah, Brooklyn's coming wit us"
Aurora looked up into the crowded stands. She scowled when she saw Spot and Racetrack sitting in the center.
"Well.. Shit!" she said as she buckled her helmet.
"Who ya bettin on?" asked Shakes.
"I tink, I'm gonna bet on Crimson Fire" replied Spot "what about you Track?"
"I'm stickin wit Trinket"
"Which ones dat?"
"The white one"
Aurora felt the tension of the day fade into the wind that whisked around her. She leaned into the saddle and watched in satisfaction as Spitfire edged past their major competition, a black stallion named Crimson Fire.
"The Winner!" yelled the announcer "Oliver Andrews on Trinket!"
Aurora beamed. Another race won. Uh Oh! She thought when Shakes looked at her with a knowing look in her eyes.
"Hope she didn't recgnize me" whispered Aurora as she walked Spitfire back to the stables.
"Did dat guy look familiar ta ya?" asked Shakes.
"Nah" replied Racetrack "Tink you'se jus seeing tings"
"Shoah"
She just couldn't shake the feeling that she knew Oliver Andrews.
LATER THAT DAY.
"When did ya become a newsie?" asked Aurora as she sat with Racetrack on the roof of the Lodging House.
"Actually, it was bout da same time ya brudda did" replied Racetrack "My mudda and fadda were killed in a fire da day afta we came ta America."
"God, I'm sorry" said Aurora grabbing his hand.
"Race!" yelled Jack "We'se about ta start da game"
"All right! Ya coming down?"
"Nah, I'll be down"
Aurora laid back on the roof and stared into the starry night.
"Hry Rora" said Spot.
"Jeesus, one of these days your gonna give me a heart attack" replied Aurora.
"Sorry"
Spot came up and sat next to her. He watched as the moonlight danced off her delicate profile.
"What would ya do if I kissed ya?"...
Yeah? Carryin da Banner, Revolution