Casey's Shadow Page #6

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- You bet.

See you.

Hey, coonass.

What are you doing here

in the middle of the night?

You killed the wrong horse, Marsh.

You killed the pony.

You killed my baby's pony.

Prove it, coonass.

Well, where the hell you been?

I swear, Daddy, I just don't understand

what's going on in your head lately.

How could you run out

on Casey like that?

Where the hell have you been?

What, you been at the Hollywood Bar?

You should've been a

policeman, Buddy.

You got the right attitude of mind.

Something I need to talk to you about.

Mrs. Blue...

Calvin called me. Told me to withdraw

Shadow from the All-American.

Yeah, I think you should.

Said he'd give me 10% of

the half-million-dollar sale price.

Well, that's $50,000

not to run the horse.

He's got no right.

I got control until after the race.

I hung up on him.

Hung up on him.

Well, I'd withdraw him

if you was asking me.

I'm not asking you, am I?

I'll decide myself tomorrow

when I see how he is.

Mrs. Blue offered me a job tonight,

and I'm taking it.

I'm going with her to Sunland.

No wonder you'd withdraw Shadow

if you was me.

You don't want me

beating your new boss.

I knew you'd say that.

I knew it!

Dad?

He heard what Buddy said.

Who do you like

in the first race tomorrow?

Ma said she'd be back

in two months.

I keep waiting for her to come back.

- Well, she's not coming back.

- I know.

I'm never gonna see her again.

And I'm never gonna see Gypsy again.

Tomorrow, Mrs. Blue's taking Shadow,

and I'm never gonna see him again.

And now Buddy.

I know it hurts a lot.

He's not favoring it that much.

It won't hurt him to run.

It will too hurt him.

Relax until post time.

Buddy, get me the bandages.

Casey, get me the bandages.

Don't do it.

In the tack room, Casey.

Fill them with ice and bring them here.

Move!

Go on. Go on. Move. Move!

All my life, all I hear from you is,

"Never run a hurting horse, boy.

You run a hurting horse,

you gonna break him down, boy."

All my life. And look at you.

If you're not gonna help, get out.

Mrs. Blue offered half a million

for Shadow as is.

Now that's $50,000 for you,

for not running.

- I'm running him.

- Sh*t!

You're gonna break him down.

You won't get nothing.

It don't make sense.

- After I win this race, you...

- You ain't got no chance to win.

- There's always a chance, Buddy.

- A hurting horse got no chance...

with this kind of competition.

Son, this hurting horse

is my only chance.

You see Sarah Blue offering me a job?

Or Tom Patterson? Or anybody?

- Get out of here.

- No.

Get out!

Oh, for God's sake.

It bothered your mama

that we were poor...

that our horses didn't win much.

Didn't bother me.

I had my beer...

farm, you kids.

Seemed like enough to me.

More than enough.

What more could a man want?

Then he come along

out of nowhere.

And I got my one chance

to be something.

Get my name in the record books.

Lloyd Bourdelle.

Right up there alongside of

Sarah Blue and God.

I know it's wrong

running a hurting horse, Buddy.

But I gotta do it.

Lloyd! Hey, Lloyd!

Hey, Calvin, old buddy.

When did you get in?

Look, I don't want you

running that horse.

I got control till after the race.

Take what you want and stuff it.

- Look, Sarah Blue made me an offer.

- I don't care.

I got control. Don't you understand that?

Wait a minute. Look.

I'll go to the press, the stewards,

the racing commission, everybody.

I'll tell them you're running my horse

against my orders.

Calvin, listen to me. That horse is

gonna win. He's not gonna break down.

Remember the $300,000 purse,

on top of that, the sale price. It's yours.

Add it up, man.

You're gonna be rich as Jesus!

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome...

to the 67th and final race day

here during the...

1976 summer season

in beautiful Ruidoso Downs...

home of the All-American

Quarter Horse Futurity...

the world's richest horserace.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have at last

come to the final race for today.

The race we've all been waiting for,

the 18th annual running...

of the All-American Futurity

at Ruidoso Downs, New Mexico.

This race originated years ago

when the Oklahoma cattlemen...

and the Texas farm men came to...

these lovely mountains

of New Mexico...

to get away from the summer heat.

They brought their fastest cow ponies...

and matched them, and the

All-American Futurity was born.

- Number four, sir.

- Okay.

Number one, sir.

Okay-

Come on. Thattagirl. That's it.

Come on.

That's gonna fit you.

Fit real nice.

Put the blinkers on him.

Let's go, riders.

Come on, one horse.

Two, you're right behind him.

Go with three. Come on, four, let's go.

Five horse.

Six.

Seven.

And the jockeys are up.

And there's a lot of excitement here.

Owners, trainers, jockeys alike,

this is the world's richest horserace...

the All-American

Quarter Horse Futurity...

worth a million dollars.

Now, may we direct your attention...

to the head of the grandstand and the

call of the post by Rolf Utarabe.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the

opening of the All-American Futurity.

Number one is Casey's Shadow.

Casey's Shadow is owned...

by Calvin Lebec of Erath,

Louisiana, trained by Lloyd Bourdelle.

The rider will be Randy Bourdelle.

Number two is Rita Jay.

Rita Jay is owned by...

If this hurts him...

That's the field for the

All-American Quarter Horse Futurity...

the world's richest horserace.

- Don't push him, Randy. Okay?

- Are you telling me not to win?

I'm telling you, boy, you'd

break him down if you push him.

Congratulations, rider. Okay.

Mr. Bourdelle.

Mr. Bourdelle. Mr. Bourdelle.

Just a moment, please.

Congratulations. Great race.

Now, tell me.

What was your first thought?

I thought I was gonna pee in my pants.

Well, okay. What are you

gonna do with all that money?

Well, I'm gonna

pay me off some debts first.

Then I'm gonna get me

a brand-new pickup.

Then I'm gonna take

my children on a vacation...

to Tahiti, where the women

don't wear no tops.

Well, thank you very much,

Mr. Bourdelle.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've been

talking with Mr. Lloyd Bourdelle...

the trainer of Casey's Shadow,

this year's Futurity winner...

the dark horse, as it were,

from Erath, Louisiana.

You miss old Gypsy?

Bet you don't, you dumb horse.

Dad.

- Dad!

- Yeah?

He's real lame.

He's looking at the x-rays now.

Maybe Miss Blue would let me ride

for her or exercise them or anything.

- I can clean stalls.

- I'll ask her.

You'll ask nobody.

- Thanks for calling me.

- Seemed you should be here.

You see this?

Look at that. It's the worst I've

ever seen. Split three ways.

- He won't be sound again.

- No, no!

Then I'm out, gentlemen.

- You got me out of bed for nothing.

- Miss Blue, wait.

The deal was I'd buy the horse sound...

or shin-bucked if he didn't run

in the All-American.

I knew this would happen.

You knew this would happen.

See you 'm Surf land, Buddy.

You idiot. You just blew

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