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    "So Hattie, do you have a racetrack here?" he sat on Satan a little tierd of just trotting.

    Then he thought of something,"Hattie, would you like to test his," he nodded his head to Shadow,"Speed? On one of those long grassy trails?" he was hoping she would agree so Satan could get some enegy out of his legs.




    Satan neihed loudly as though he knew what was going on.

    "We don't have to.." he said ruffling is hair."I can run him in the meadow.." disappointment shone in his blue eyes. He patted Satan and felt his neck, he wasn't hot or sweating very much.



    Satan shook his head. With it his mane flung into Alec's eyes.
    OOC: gtg

    "Sure." he mumbled. Then he pushed his hand against Satan's neck showing him to turn around. He did and he urged him into a slow gallop.

    He reached the open meadow and turned Satan toward the opening. He turned him and made him stop, just as if it where a race,"Ready?" he asked.

    "Go!" he yelled!


    Satan jumped forward launching himself onto the 'track'. He moved quickly and swiftly.


    Alex held tight onto his mane, but Satan still fought for his head. Satan's feet leveled off the ground and so did his body he remained in a fast gallop, but, this was not his fastest. He swapped around the feild.

    Alex gave Satan his head. He ran wild, full speed. Even if Alec had had a saddle and bridle on him the bit would have done no good. He was a top speed. Racing around the meadow which now appeared tiny. Alec buried his head deep into Satan's mane.

    He whipped around them again. Alec clung to Satan like a burr. He pulled despertly on his mane but it did no good. Satan needed to run himself out. His strides leveled yet and he barked touched the ground. He was truly the fastest horse in the U.S.A.

    He was now in a slow gallop. Alec regained controll of his horse. "Easy boy." he whispered. "Easy." now Satan was in a walk. "What did you think of that?" he asked Hattie.