Casey's Shadow Page #2

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Sure Hit is the finest producing

stud alive.

There's never been a Sure Hit foal

in Louisiana, ever.

And Buddy has got you one coming

for a lousy $1800.

This is the buy of the century.

I guarantee that.

I can't see it. All I can see,

two years this mare will be in your barn.

Two years the mare and the colt will be

out there eating, and I gotta pay for it.

All my money going out

and none coming in.

Fine. We'll give you the 1800 back

right now, Calvin, right this instant.

Yeah.

1900. That's $100 profit

in two minutes.

You can't do better than that.

Take it, Calvin.

You'll be doing us a favor, man.

No, you don't have no $1900.

Look, if this is some kind of hustle,

you and me are finished.

And I'm taking all of my horses

out of your barn, and I mean it.

This is not a hustle?

Daddy, this mare's in foal to Sure Hit.

"T-H-E. The."

"C-H-I-L-D. Child.

The child." Got that?

Gotta be some changes

made around here.

Yeah.

Like somebody aside from me

is gonna clean up this stink hole.

I'm leaving home at 4:30 a.m.,

every a.m.

I'm at the track 5 to 9, exercising.

School from 9 to 3.

And back at the track from 7 p.m. to 11.

Be 106 before I get laid.

Count your blessings.

"The child."

Read that, please.

I need some time off.

Take time off and Casey goes

to school without shoes.

You ought to go on welfare.

Welfare's for lazy bums.

I'd sell my private parts to medical

research before I went on welfare.

"The child."

What do you mean, you can't?

That's easy.

- "Child."

- There are no plates!

How the hell am I supposed to

put dinner on the table...

without no goddamn plates?

Randy put them in the bathtub.

Randy, you dumb ass!

I'm gonna kill you, boy!

- Come here, coonass!

- Kick his ass!

Come on, Buddy!

Come on, Buddy!

- You'll get it now, coonass!

- Get him, Buddy!

- Come on, Buddy. Get him!

- Goddamn it!

No!

Come on, Buddy!

Come on, Buddy!

Kick his ass!

Dunk him, Buddy!

Dunk him, Buddy.

All right!

Well, home free.

Almost.

Dad, her gums are white.

Call the vet.

Call him!

She's bleeding inside.

I don't know.

She may not make it.

He's at another call.

He can't come.

Four white socks.

Isn't that my luck?

- Well, is the mare gonna die?

- No!

It probably is.

No!

Is the colt gonna live?

"One, you buy him.

Two, you try him.

Three, you pass him.

Four white socks

and a sniveling nose...

cut off his hide,

feed him to the crows."

Why?

White socks mean white hooves.

White hooves are softer than

black hooves.

Split sooner running.

You mean we're just gonna

let him die?

Collard's got a mare with a colt

ready to be weaned.

I don't know how much milk

she's got left.

Be better than nothing.

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