It was still quite early in the morning as Shadow Creek’s trailer came roaring to a stop in front of the Racehorse Barn. Amy hopped out of the truck ad slammed the door shut behind her. Misha opened the door of the farmhouse and looked out. When she saw who it was, she smiled and walked down to greet her sister.
“Where were you so early?” Misha asked
Amy just looked over at the trailer and smiled.
“You didn’t! You bought a horse? How?”
Amy shrugged and walked over to the back of the trailer. She lowered the ramp and disappeared inside. A few seconds later she led out a stunning bay gelding with a bald face.
“Misha, meet Sands of Time,” she said softly.
“No, it can’t be. Not the Sands of Time who won his allowance yesterday? You’re kidding. How did you? How could we afford him? I’m confused,” Misha stammered.
“The very same. Let’s just say that John of Jo-San Farm made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Oh we afforded him just fine. $15,000 was our max amount remember? Oh and Tata of Futuro Farms, a friend of mine, is giving Lil’ Prince to us as a birthday gift for me. He’s raced 6 times, earning one 1st and one 4th. Not bad, I think,” Amy replied coolly.
Sands of Time reached out and nipped at Misha’s hair. The two sisters laughed and began to lead him into the barn. As they walked past Malia’s stall, the filly reached her head out and nickered softly. The two horses touched noses.
“Looks like Malia has a new friend. She won’t be so lonely now,” Misha said, laughing.
Amy nodded and lead the gelding into the stall across from Malia’s. He was already sporting his new leather halter with Sands of Time engraved in a gold plate on the left side and Misha slipped a gold engraved nameplate into the slot on his stall door. Amy unclipped his lead shank and put it away. Then she grabbed a haybale and tossed it into the haynet in the stall. She turned the gelding’s automatic waterer on and gave him one last pat before she and Misha walked out of the stall.
“I think we should call him Time. Or maybe Sandy. Or Dusty,” Amy thought out loud
“I like Time the best.”
“Me too,” Amy said and playfully punched her sister in the arm. The two farm dogs, Shadow and Red ran up and greeted the two. Amy patted each dog on the head and the foursome started walking back up to the farmhouse, as happy as could be.
Real cheap for a good horse. lol.