He bought her as a foal. Spirited with good blood lines she showed promise. Tom, his long-time trainer, agreed. Training started immediately.
At two years old, she was entered in her Baby Race. Clad in purple, Juarez was up that day. She ran against eight other two year olds from the number 6 post. Chestnut brown, white socks, black mane, she stood out among the others. Crowning Glory won that race.
It was her first and last race. She would fall and break her leg in the next race and be put down. This is life in horse racing.
In response to Carrot Ranch July 30 Flash Fiction Challenge – Crowning Glory.