Midnight Stallion Page #7

- No, I meant exactly what I said, Mum.

And I don't want to be like Dad.

Well, you seem to prefer

the Shepard company do ours.

They care about people

and animals.

And I care about what

happened to them.

You don't know anything

about caring, Dad.

It's not something you can buy.

It looks like being a pro like Martinez

has been a game changer here today

as Dixie Mae has suddenly

dropped out of the race.

Even Midnight senses

the stakes have changed.

But, looks like Milner's own

Megan Shepard is not...

Horses on the line.

We're ready for the third heat.

It's virtually a 2-horse

winner-take-all,

one for the roses and

the 50,000 dollar perk.

3, 2, 1...

And now!

Steeler hopping in front of Midnight.

Holding on the wrong side.

Anyone thinking Rico Martinez was

gonna run away with this race,

better think again.

Midnight says, move over Steeler and

takes the lead on the onehorse bridge.

- Yes.

- Yes.

As they're heading the water hashish,

Rico getting back in the lead.

Come on Megan.

with Midnight on his tail.

It ain't over till it's over.

And Milner is not giving up

on their hometown girl.

And Midnight flies over the final jump

and they head from straight away.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey!

Stop hitting my horse!

And let go of my arm!

Come on, Midnight!

Go, Midnight!

I hear you!

I hear you!

Let's finish this thing.

I can hear the thundering homestead,

head out of the woods and

on to the home stretch.

Midnight in the lead.

Meaning, Midnight surging forward

to neck and neck. Neck and neck!

We got a full of pretty on our hands here.

No, wait. Midnight stuck in the middle

of the road as the roll down horse

pulling ahead of Steeler and

crossing the finish line first.

Midnight wins!

Megan Shepard has done it.

Taking that wild stallion, Midnight,

all the way to victory.

Got to be some mighty pround parents

in the stands right now.

Giving up for Milner's new shining star.

Yeah!

The winner of the first annual

Milner Classic, Megan Shepard!

These are for you Mum.

For believing in us.

Now, about that wish...

Did I just lose this battle also?

Yep.

Oh, it's just about

a miracle, isn't it Jack?

Yes.

- Do you know anything about this?

- No, nothing.

Hi.

I hope we're not intruding.

You're not intruding.

Uh, what can we do for you?

Please, Jack.

Call me Brett.

Belinda and I figure we owe you

a Congratulations on your win.

I can't remember a race where

I have been more excited.

It was amazing.

I hope our son isn't,

well, not as welcome around here.

Oh, not at all, we like Ross.

This is Melvin Weigersdorf.

He is breeding scout. He saw the race

and he would like to speak to you.

Nothing changed.

Midnight is not for sale.

That's why you're here?

Well, Jack.

I'll let him tell you why. But,...

first I want to tell you that...

there will be no whips or mean of any kind

involved in my horse training in the future.

I've seen the result of

your talk-training with that...

Pharaoh stallion.

If you can do that with a wild animal,

We would sure be grateful for

lesson or two down the road.

Or you might get some tips from Ross.

He's picking up on it pretty good.

It's all about bonding.

I like to congratulate

you too, Mr. Shepard.

And I am not interested

in buying your horse.

But, I do think there is a good

business' sense, start up Midnight...

and I would like to be your agent.

I even have your first client line up.

My first client?

As a stud fee paying client?

Yes, sir.

That'll be Mr. Brett Chaney here.

He wants your stallion,

decides to start there.

For a healthy fee.

If you're game.

Oh, we're game.

You are all invited

to join us for lunch.

Well, unless you don't like barbecue.

Jack's thick, juicy steaks and

my homemade potato salad.

Well, I'm watching my figure, but...

it sounds too tasty to pass up.

We would love to join you.

Ross, come and help me get

some extra plates and things.

- Please.

- Thank You.

There's your miracle.

Brett, would you open this for me?

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