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The Sport of Kings
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As Jacquez' single arm fell, Hanna kicked Galilahi in her sides with her heels and leaned forward, sending the mare forward with a surge of speed. She found herself rapidly gaining on the five riders ahead of her, much to her surprise. She urged Galilahi on, twisting her fingers tightly in her mane and tightening her legs around the barrel of the horse's body. The paint soared like no bird ever had, in Hanna's opinion, making her way around the track in the number four position.
Hanna's face was fixed in a semi-permanent grin; when the time came, the femme would ask her mare for one last burst of speed and fly past the finish line, bringing victory to AniWaya. Or so she thought.
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