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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Valley (08/10/06)

TITLE: Love Like a Kick in the Head
By Teri Wilson
08/16/06


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It wasnít love at first sight for Red and Will. In fact, Redís first instinct upon meeting Will was to kick him in the head. Fortunately, Will ducked out of the way just in time. Otherwise, their relationship might have been doomed from the start.

At the time, some may have considered them an unlikely pair. But even today their bond lives on in legend and lore. That fateful day when Will met Big Red, could he have possibly known he was looking into the eyes of the greatest racehorse of all time? After all, as a yearling Red hardly had the appearance of a champion. He was much too tall and gangly, with ribs that poked out of his skinny frame. As a black man in 1930ís America, Will knew something about being different. Perhaps that truth formed the foundation for their remarkable friendship.

Upon their pairing, Will spent many hours meticulously caring for Red. Despite his fiery temperament, the stallion stood patiently while Will ran the curry comb over his chestnut coat for hours. Will spoke kindly to Red as he worked, all the while running his hands over the horseís smooth body. When he was finished, Redís coat always gleamed and glistened in the morning sun. Then, Will started on his hooves. He whistled as he carefully picked away the dirt and pebbles from under Redís feet. He shined the great horseís hooves until he could see his own face smiling back at himself. Lastly, Will gently combed Redís tail and mane until every hair hung in unison.

Red was grateful for the attention Will lavished upon him. He was a new horse on a strange farm, with an unknown future. Other people came to see him and some even rode on his back. But, no one treated him the way Will did. He grew strong and muscular under his groomís watchful eye. And when his friend was with him, caring for him and whispering in his ear, Red felt like a champion.

Soon, Red began running like a champion. No one had ever seen anything like it. Always the biggest horse in the race, often with the heaviest rider, Redís carefully polished hooves thundered down the track. Sometimes, he finished so far ahead the other horses wondered where he had gone. Afterward, people swarmed all around the big red horse. They snapped his picture and patted his rump with giddy delight.

But, in the stillness of the night air, it was always Will who remained with him in his stall.

Gently massaging Redís sore muscles, Will told him, ďRed, you are da mostest hoss.Ē

Eventually the day came when Red lost a race. The loss ushered in dark days for Red, who suffered from terrifying dreams for weeks. He thrashed around violently in his stall and no one dared approach him. Except for Will.

ďDonít you worry now, Red. You are still da mostest hoss. It was a lie. No one could beat my Red.Ē Then the groom made a bed for himself alongside his friend and slept with him among the clean pine shavings.

Red was rejuvenated and never lost another race. He fathered many other champions, as well. He was loved and admired the world over. When he retired, over a million people came to visit him. He was always alongside his closest companion, Will, who greeted every visitor with the same phrase. ďHere is just the mostest hoss that ever was.Ē

Will and Red were inseparable. They were a team. Willís face was the last thing Red saw at night and the first thing when he woke every morning. Until one cool October day when Red awoke to see a stranger in his stall. Red snorted and craned his neck in an effort to find his friend. But he was gone.

Many familiar people came and cared for Red. When he refused to eat they said to him, ďItís okay, Red. Weíre still here. Weíll always take care of you.Ē

But it made no difference to Red. He just stood and hung his head. What they didnít understand was that Will was special because he had been his friend not only during the peaks, but in the valleys as well.

No one could say for certain what caused Redís death so soon after Willís passing. Some said it was colic and some said a heart attack. But the simple truth was that the mostest hoss that ever was died of a broken heart.

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This story was inspired by the great racehorse Man oí War (affectionately known as ďBig RedĒ) and the special bond he shared with his groom, Will Harbut. Will Harbut suffered a heart attack and died suddenly in October, 1947, and less than a month later, Man oí War followed.


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Sally Hanan08/18/06
Beautiful story, and thank-you for writing it so well. Your opening was especially good.
Kristin Slavik08/18/06
I really enjoyed this article. I live in Kentucky and have heard of Man-O-War, butI did not know this part of the story. This was well written and could possibly even find a place in magazines from this area of the country. (I happen to live near Man-O-War road, so he is well known around here.)
Lynda Lee Schab 08/19/06
Loved the opening - it drew me right in. The piece itself was written very well and held my interest throughout. A touching story of a special kind of friendship. Great work!
Marilee Alvey08/19/06
This is a winning story. Sounds like Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul! I'm not much into horses, but this is an exception! Great work!
Brenda Craig08/22/06
Ah, simply beautiful and touching. So well written. I absolutely, absolutely loved this. I love horses, used to have one. You drew me into the story heart and soul.

Blessings
Brenda C.

Jen Davis08/22/06
So true: Special friendships are made by going through the "peaks, but in the valleys as well." Nicely written. I agree with Marilee-submit!
Joanne Sher 08/22/06
This is absolutely amazing! Your first and last paragraphs were absolutely PERFECT - and your description throughout was so very vivid. You painted a masterpiece with words here. What a beautiful story about a beautiful relationship!
PF Davids08/22/06
Excellent read about an excellent horse. If it weren't for that freak upset by Upset, he'd have been perfect. He deserved it.

You captured the sentiment well, and paid fitting tribute to both man and horse. Well done.
Allison Egley 08/23/06
I love how you leave Red's "identity" a secret a first. It made me wnat to keep on reading.
Beth Muehlhausen08/23/06
Interesting take on the topic...w/ reference to peaks and valleys of success and relationship.

I would like to have met Big Red. But more than that, I would like to have met Will. I think he might have had some clues about what it means to live motivated by sacrifice, and love extravagantly. :-)

Karen Treharne08/26/06
Well done, Teri. I love historical fiction and you do it well. Congratulations on a fine story.