“Gh…c’mon boy!”

In the race track, on the vast grass field and heavy hooves, Scout was— of course, first out with his horse, Bold Walk, but that kind of costed his horse since he’s slowly dropping down, from first to third. He continues holding onto the reins of his horse, whipping his horse as he grits his teeth, silently praying for a miracle or somethin’.

“You can do it Bold! C’mon..!” Scout puffed in between tired breaths, keeping his eyes on the two other jockeys in front of him.