MightyNugget

so much depends upon a best friend left many states away but still always connected.

 Fleeting Doubt I could feel the hooves of my competitors shift against the ground, the gates beside me clanging as the muscled rumps of the other horses shied nervously. My freshly groomed, dappled gray coat gleamed in the spots of sun that came through the metal. “In gate four, it's Michael Hill atop Joey's Fleeting Doubt.” I heard my name boomed across the track in the announcer's odd warbled voice. Joey was the name of the man who owned my mother, and 'fleeting doubt' came from my scrawny not-race-material appearance. I was weak as a foal, and trained late, but when they finally did set me onto the training track, their dou