Summer's training began the next day. Sherbert helped to train her, with the help of a bossy iron grey mare called Ezmerelda.
Ezmerelda was about 20 years old, and thought very highly of herself, which Summer and Sherbert found annoying, being young horses.
"Right, okay…trot at C!" Ezmerelda called.
"Shut up! I'm the trainer! Trot at H!" Sherbert said.
Summer rolled her eyes, and trotted at H, to annoy Ezmerelda!
The bossy grey elder wasn't impressed, she blew down her nose at Sherbert, who couldn't help but laugh.
Morgan urged Summer in to a canter, after a lap around the huge riding school in trot.
Summer felt the breeze blow through her mane and tail, and she felt free again.
She shook off the free feeling.
"No. I'm not free anymore. I don't want to be free. I want to be a racer!" She told herself.
"Way to go Summer!" Sherbert whinnied.
"Bah! She hasn't got what it takes to be a racehorse. I used to be one. Summer will never do it!" Ezmerelda sneered.
"Shut up! Of course she will." Sherbert snapped in reply.
The roan mare kicked Ezmerelda lightly on one of her forelegs.
Ezmerelda watched Summer move in to a gallop around the huge arena.
"Well, I'll admit she's fast. But she-she just isn't a racehorse! She'd need to be a Thoroughbred or an Arab!" She said quietly.
"We'll see…Summer will be a racehorse. Just you watch!" Sherbert replied as Summer accelerated.
That night, when Summer was munching hay quietly in her stable, Chase popped his head over to the divide.
"Hello Miss Summer." He said shyly.
"Hi. Please…just call me Summer!" Summer replied, smiling sweetly.
"Okay. Summer, the girls plan to breed us tomorrow. I hope that's okay. Just tell me if it isn't, and we'll ignore each other in the arena so they'll put us back."
Chase said quietly.
Summer hesitated. She already loved Chase, and he loved her. It wouldn't be asking too much would it?…
"No, that's fine," Summer answered, remembering how angry Lightning had been with her a couple of days ago. He probably had a new mare now.
"Oh great. Are you sure?" Chase double-checked.
"Yep." Summer replied simply.
The next morning, Summer was being ridden around the track.
Ezmerelda was beginning to think Summer was a good enough runner to race, and stood silently next to Sherbert and Chase.
"No criticism today then?" Sherbert asked.
"She's fast…" Ezmerelda began, sighing. "But I'm not even sure if Mustangs can race!"
"They can in the Cimarron Valley Racecourse races." Sherbert replied, smiling.
"But that's the other side of the hill. Don't Summer's herd live near there?" Ezmerelda asked Sherbert.
"I think so…" The roan mare replied, bending down to scratch her leg. "But maybe our human would enter Summer for it…if she got some more training of course…"
"Maybe." Replied Ezmerelda. "We'll have to wait and see…"