A week later, Morgan was in Summer's stable, taking off the bandage.
The cut had healed now, so Morgan grabbed a headcollar and leadrope, and led Summer to the riding arena.
She took off Summer's leadrope, and let the coloured mare do what she wanted.
Summer was so happy to be out of her stable again, that she bucked and cantered around the arena, then kicked up her heels again.
Sherbert was watching with Golden and River at the gate.
"She looks pleased to be loose-schooled!" River commented with her smooth English accent.
"She does, doesn't she?" Sherbert replied, watching Summer motorbike excitedly around the corner.
Later that day, Morgan tacked up Summer and rode her to the track. Summer forgot about her injury, and noticed seven horses galloping ahead of her. They were quite a long way round now. Summer pawed the ground and whinnied.
She took off at a full gallop, and tried to catch up with the other horses and their riders.
"Summer! Steady. We won't catch up with them!" Morgan said.
Summer ignored her, and accelerated faster and faster…
Her legs were burning up like fire as she finally caught up with the horse in fifth place.
Summer shot past, and shockingly, caught up with the black horse in first place.
"What the…?" The horse snorted.
He increased speed, but Summer was ready, and gave the ground a powerful kick with her hind legs and pelted along the last quarter.
The gelding in first place whinnied angrily, and nipped Summer's hindquarters.
Summer squealed and slowed down a bit, whilst the black gelding took first place, and passed the finish line.
Summer stopped just at the finish and breathed hard, her breath coming in gasps, as sweat trickled down her whole body. Her legs felt wooden as she tried to walk forwards.
She had been so close. But that gelding had ruined it for her!
"What do you think you were doing?" The gelding roared, approaching Summer.
He wasn't breathing hard or sweating.
"You're no racehorse. You're just a pathetic Mustang pony!" He finished.
Summer glared at him angrily and struck out with one of her back hooves.
"Ha! I'm the best racehorse in the whole of this state! A worthless wild runt like you could never beat me! The name's Darko. Short for Dark Horse. Tha's my race name!" The black horse said.
Summer snorted, as her breathing was turning back to normal.
She kicked out at the gelding, but missed as he dodged to the side.
"My, my. You are a feisty one, aren't you? Let me give you a tip missy…"
"My name is Summer!"
"Whatever. Let me tell you something: You need to work on your stamina more than your speed. I know most Mustangs can run for hours at a flying speed, but you don't smell like a pure Mustang to me!" Darko said, sniffing Summer. He seemed evil…
"I'm half Mustang. My father is Spirit, and he is the leader of the Cimarron Herd. He's a pure Mustang. My mother is a Paint mare. Her name is Rain." Summer explained wearily.
"Spirit? Why does that name sound familiar? Oh yes! Let me tell you a little story,"
Darko replied…
A/N: What can I say…Every story has a baddie! Lol please Review