Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story Page #3

to race no more, so...

Why we hanging around to help you

get a broken racehorse to walk?

You know who this horse

was sired by?

Dreamcatcher.

You know who that was?

Pop, who was Dreamcatcher?

Won the Dubai World Cup in '96.

Won seven of 11 graded stakes

and over $3,000,000.

We get her healed enough

to breed her to a decent stud,

sell that yearling for,

I don't know, maybe...

If it's a colt with good confirmation,

maybe 300.

$300,000.

You two be interested

in a piece of $300,000?

Yeah.

How about it, Pop?

OK. Looks good to me.

Well done.

Take it up.

Got it?

Good girl.

Good Sonya.

Easy. Easy, girl.

Easy, girl.

Come on, girl.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

OK, that's good. That's good.

She's great.

She's OK.

- You all right?

- Fine.

You OK? She kick you?

Come on. It's OK, honey.

- How is she?

- She's OK.

What were you doing?

She's not a pet, Cale.

She's what I do for work now, so

you'll have to leave her be, all right?

I'm sorry.

- You sure you're all right?

- Fine.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

You make all that money

and eat as much pie as you want?

Yeah, I can't find a better job.

Manny's taking me

to watch him ride a racehorse.

Then I'm mucking out Sonya's stall.

I'm thinking about painting it.

Nice to have a horse, huh?

Especially after Dad said

"There will never be another horse

in this farm as long as I live."

Did Pop tell you that?

Don't you listen to everything Pop says.

There's two sides to every story.

Pop said Dad's the best horseman.

Says he has a gift.

Well, that's true.

We all know that's true.

- Hey.

- Hello.

Whoa, Zephyr. Whoa, boy.

Thanks, Mike.

- What'd you think about that?

- That was fast.

Nice boots.

Thank you. I exercise a couple

of horses for a few owners.

- Pretty cool, huh?

- Yeah.

You ever ride in races?

Couple of times I did.

- But no more.

- Why?

I have bad dreams.

Three years ago

I got my first real race.

I ran fifth.

What was the name of the horse?

Downtown Swing.

- It was amazing.

- Did you ever ride him again?

Yeah. In our second race,

I was flying into that first turn.

And then I looked under my arm

to see if I was clear on the rail.

When I looked back up,

there was a horse swerving into me.

My left foot came out of the iron,

I fell to the ground

and I got run over by three horses.

Broke both shoulders, sternum,

four ribs, punctured a lung.

You never raced again.

You know, at night,

when I fall asleep,

I dream I'm in a big race

on a very fast horse.

And I look to my left foot, it slips

out of the iron and I begin to fall.

But before I hit the ground,

I wake up.

But you still exercise racehorses.

Yeah.

Just...

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