Chief’s Boat by Martin Penn-Woods

These are the moments riders like me live for. When you’re coming out of the last turn just off the lead and your horse is still full of run, flipping the jets, surging for the wire.

The sweet flavor of victory starts to dance on your tongue.

But not today.

All I could taste at the top of the stretch was track dirt and the metallic tang of panic.

These are the moments riders like me live for. When you’re coming out of the last turn just off the lead and your horse is still full of run, flipping the jets, surging for the wire.

The sweet flavor of victory starts to dance on your tongue.

But not today.

All I could taste at the top of the stretch was track dirt and the metallic tang of panic. Continue reading “Chief’s Boat by Martin Penn-Woods”