Virginia's Run Page #4

Feeling much better. Thanks.

Ohhh!

'Morning, Dad.

Hi, Virginia.

You have a good ride

in the rain?

Yeah.

You know, he's so strong.

Strong enough for an

endurance race, would you think?

Excuse me?

Oh, it's just that

there's an endurance race

Memorial weekend... I thought...

Yeah?

Thought you might like

to enter, that's all.

But of course, if you, uh,

if you don't want to...

No, no, no! I mean, yes,

I mean no!

Yes, I want to ride,

I want to ride!

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I want to ride.

Thank you, thank you.

- Watch the branch, Virginia.

- Oh!

Slow.

( Virginia ):

I rode with Dad

for the first time in so long.

He borrowed Charlie

from Mr. Tucker.

Stormy's pulse hit 129,

but came right back down

after five minutes.

He's going to be ready.

Personally, yours truly

feels like one big knot.

Dad got me on what

he calls boot-camp schedule.

Three more weeks

until the race.

It's weird seeing

Dad and Jessie together.

I have a premonition about it,

but I think it's a good one.

You pick a 10-mile stretch

in the race,

then you make your move.

The idea is to burn out

the pack around you,

so that you put enough distance

between you and them

so they can't catch up with you.

Dust them off. Got it?

Got it.

Come on.

Virginia, go!

Whoa!

Look at you, Ms. Hunter Jumper.

Easy, boy.

Oh, don't worry, Wendy,

he doesn't bite.

His name's Stormy.

He's not afraid

of your stupid horse.

Oh, no? You sure about that?

( laughing )

What are you dweebs

laughing at?

Let's see what else he can do.

How about a race

down to the tracks?

( train whistle blowing )

Um...

Ooh, 1:
00 train.

Makes things interesting.

Some other day, Darrow.

What's wrong? You need

permission from your mommy?

Oh, sorry, I mean daddy.

Yaaa!

Yaaa! Yaaa! Come on. Let's go.

( train whistle blowing )

Go for it, Stormy.

( brakes screeching )

Come on.

( train whistle blowing )

( horse neighing )

( Virginia ):

It rained really hard last night,

but it's supposed to

clear up forthe race,

which is tomorrow.

Stormy's ready.

I think I am, too.

And somehow, I just know

that Mom will be watching.

Stormy!

He couldn't have

gotten out, Dad.

Even if I left

the door wide open,

he would've stayed

until I got him!

He can't have got far.

He's around here somewhere.

He was stolen, and you know it.

The tire tracks. You know it.

Who would steal a horse

in a storm?

Darrow.

Darrow?

He may be a spoiled brat,

but stealing horses

is way out of his league.

I whipped his butt in a race.

He's afraid of me and Stormy.

He doesn't want to lose.

Racing?

You have no business racing,

especially that idiot.

Look, I'm sorry.

I... I shouldn't have, I mean...

I shouldn't have.

( arguing )

...get the hell off my property.

Can you pass me the, uh, meat?

Dad.

Dad, wait up.

Hey, where you going?

I'm going to get,

get the word out,

keep looking,

talk to the sheriff.

Great. Then you can

drop me off in town.

Caroline, I think you should

stay with your sister.

Dad, I've got

a hair appointment,

And I can't cancel it.

A hair appointment?

Yeah. She'll be fine.

She's tougher than you think.

Come on, let's go.

Hair appointment.

OK.

Thanks a lot.

Bye, Dad.

(p.a.):

Attention, please, attention.

All contestants are requested

to report to the registrations

table and then proceed

to the scale, where they will be

weighed in with their tack.

Hi, Joel.

Hi.

( telephone ringing )

Hello.

Ah, Virginia,

I know where Stormy is.

What?!

Darrow and his two dweebs

did steal him.

Well, how do you know?

I told dweeb number one, Joel,

that I've always

had a massive crush on him.

( Virginia ):
Uh-huh.

He's so pathetic.

He spilled everything.

Oh, my God, the race!

It starts at noon.

That's 45 minutes.

Where's Dad?

He dropped me off and split.

I think he's still looking.

Oh, jeez, where...

where is Stormy?

Don't do anything stupid.

- I won't.

( Caroline ):
- Promise me?

Caroline!

The shack at Lampert Creek.

Virgin...

In your dreams.

( laughing )

( engine reving )

I'm sorry. Oh...

Come on. Please.

Ohhh!

( groaning )

No, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Oh, OK, OK... ahhh!

Clear. Mount up.

'Morning, Blake.

'Morning, Colonel.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa!

Contestant number 17,

Darrow Raines.

168 pounds.

Mount up.

Oh, whoa, whoa!

Oh, oh, oh, stop. OK.

Stormy!

Stormy!

Excuse me, may I have

your attention, please?

Attention, please.

Quiet!

The course is marked with

the customary white flags

indicating turn-offs and paths.

There will be two vet checks,

where your horse's pulse

will be taken,

and overall fitness to continue

will be assessed.

As you can see, the route

will take you out of town

and continue to the barrens,

where vet check one will be.

After leaving the first

vet check, you will be

looping around the countryside,

doubling back over the barrens

and the route to the finish.

You may consult your maps

if you are unclear

at any time.

And I should like to point out

that this year we have

A magnificent new trophy,

Generously donated

by Blake Raines.

Thank you. Thank you.

Dad!

I was looking all over for you.

Listen, I hate to say this,

but I think the horse

has been stolen.

Darrow stole it.

His friend confessed.

I called Virginia, looked for

you and called Virginia back.

Slow down. Did Virginia

say where she was going?

No, I just told her

not to do anything stupid.

( siren wailing )

Virginia!

Oh, no.

Clear the road, please.

Everyone stand back.

Clear the road, please.

Dad.

Caroline told me, and then

I drove the spare truck.

You what?

You said it was for emergencies...

- OK, spare me the gory details.

- 'Morning, Ford.

Saw her out of town,

occupying a lane.

Thanks, Sam.

No problem.

Kind of like to see

Raines's kid

get his butt kicked.

I'm tired of him and his old man

thinking they run the county.

We got another one.

Huntington,

let's get the show on the road.

Right. They weren't briefed,

and I do not have their names

on the morning sign-up sheet.

What are you talking about?

They're already registered.

They're just a few minutes late,

that's all.

Sorry, I can't permit it.

- Let her ride!

- Yeah, let her ride, Quinn.

Let Virginia ride.

( all ):
Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride...

Riders on your marks.

Come on, Misty, come on.

Go get 'em, Melissa.

( all ):

Let Virginia run!

Let Virginia run!

Let Virginia run!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride...

This is bordering on civil

disobedience, officer.

And it's your duty to stop it.

Forthwith.

Seems to me there's an easy way

to do that... forthwith.

Let Virginia ride forthwith.

( all ):
Let Virginia ride!

Let Virginia ride!

Oh, all right,

put her on the scales.

( cheering )

Good luck, Virginia.

Thanks, Melissa.

Whoa, whoa, Misty.

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