Read Faster Than Lightning Online
Authors: Pam Harvey
‘And they’re racing!’
The crowd stood up and cheered as twenty-two horses leapt from the starting stalls and galloped along the green turf.
Mr Mac trained his glasses on a horse in midfield.
‘Let him be,’ he muttered. ‘Keep him steady.’
Angus stood beside him. ‘Looking good, Dad.’
‘Just got to keep to the race plan.’
Hannah raised her binoculars and stared around at the crowd. ‘Well, at least I got one good thing out of Tash—the binoculars.’
Angus grinned. ‘Doing some boy watching, Hannah?’
Hannah grunted.
‘And Sky Blue’s leading in the straight, followed
by He’s Happening and Decades Ago. Big Fish’s trying hard next to School Days and Canola Flower.’
‘Angus, what’s the name of your father’s horse again?’ Gabby was staring hard at the form guide.
‘Jackie’s Joy. See? Just behind the leaders.’ He glanced down at her. ‘You’re looking at the wrong race. This is race five.’
‘Oh. Do you think horse eight has a chance?’
‘What’s its name?’
‘Double Dingo.’
‘Not a chance. Saw him race two weeks ago. He was so far behind he almost got caught up with the next race.’
Gabby was silent.
‘What’s the matter?’ asked Hannah.
‘Well, he’s a black horse.’
‘So?’
‘I thought, you know, with Lightning Strikes being black, that Double Dingo might be a good horse to back.’
Hannah looked at Gabby in amazement. ‘You put money on a racehorse because of its
colour?’
‘Is there any other way to judge?’
‘And into the home stretch now. Jackie’s Joy coming up from the outside, but Sky Blue holding on to the leader’s position. Canola Flower trying hard.
Jackie’s Joy getting the push from her jockey now and surging on. Yes, it’s Jackie’s Joy. Jackie’s Joy with her nose past the post first, followed by Sky Blue, Canola Flower…’
‘Got it!’ Mr Mac lowered his binoculars and turned to Angus. ‘I knew we had a good horse there.’ He bent down to speak into Angus’s ear. ‘We don’t need to clone a horse to have a winner.’
‘No way, Dad.’
‘I’ll go and see them.’ Mr Mac almost ran down the steps and disappeared into the crowd.
‘He’s a happy dude,’ said E.D. from the bench he was sprawled across.
‘We haven’t had a winner for a while.’ Angus sat down next to Hannah. ‘Seems like we’re on a few winners lately.’
Ling walked over to where Angus was and sat on the other side of him. ‘How’s Sean getting on, Hannah?’
Hannah rolled her eyes. ‘He’s on cloud nine! It’s really nice of your dad to let him keep the foal at your place, Angus.’
‘Well, it was strange, wasn’t it, that it turned out
not
to be a clone. It just happened to have a white snip like Lightning Strikes.’
‘Gale Force,’ said Ling.
‘Yeah. Gale Force. Lightning Strikes. Confusing?’
‘Not to us.’ E.D. put his sunglasses on and sighed happily. ‘We worked it out.’
‘So,’ said Ling, ‘Sean gets to keep the foal?’
‘That’s what the Sarge said. The clones have been impounded as evidence. The other racehorses that were at Bentley’s have been sold. That only leaves the foal. He’s too young to sell. In about four years’ time, Sean will be able to ride him.’
‘He’ll need some lessons first,’ said Hannah.
‘King will be happy about that.’ Angus grinned.
‘What’s going to happen to Tash?’ Gabby flicked her hair over her shoulder, combing it with her fingers.
‘Don’t know,’ said Hannah. ‘She’s in big trouble, though. First of all for being involved in the exhibition robbery, then for illegal cloning, then for going against the animal ethics code, then for—’
‘She’s going to be out of the way for a long time,’ said E.D. ‘A loooong time.’ He sat up. ‘Who’s got any money?’
‘Not me,’ said Hannah. ‘I’ve never got any money. Why?’
‘I feel the need for a pizza. Or ten.’
‘Well, don’t look at me,’ Gabby said crossly. ‘I gave all my money to a complete stranger to put on that black horse. And besides, I can’t eat pizza. I’m racing next weekend.’
‘You’re riding a racehorse next weekend?’ E.D. looked at her over his glasses.
‘I am in a
swimming
competition next weekend.’ Gabby glared at E.D. ‘It’s getting close to the finals.’
‘Are you going to wear black swimmers?’ Hannah said with a straight face.
Ling came to Gabby’s rescue. ‘You’ve got a good chance of winning too.’
‘Yes, I have.’ Gabby nodded. ‘If only Andrea Taylor wasn’t swimming. She’s been so good lately. It’s unusual.’
Hannah put her head on one side. ‘Maybe she’s a clone.’
‘Come on, people.’ E.D. started down the stairs. ‘Pizza at Angus’s. His horse just won so it’s his shout.’
‘Hardly fair,’ said Angus, jumping up and giving E.D. a punch in the arm.
It was Mr Mac who bought the pizzas in the end. He left them to do the dishes and went back
outside to his horses. Angus glanced at his friends fighting over the washing up and followed his dad out. It was just getting dark. King wandered to the fence line, looking golden in the sunset.
‘Hello, old boy. How’s the young one?’
King shook his head and Angus laughed. They’d put the foal in with the chestnut for company, and King spent most of the day trying to keep away from him. ‘He’s beautiful, isn’t he?’
Angus turned to see Ling behind him. He looked back at the foal coming up the paddock to stand next to the big horse. ‘He’s a bit long in the back but he might grow into it.’
Ling laughed. ‘Yeah, but he’s beautiful anyway. What’s Sean calling him?’
Angus shrugged. ‘I don’t think he’s thought of a name yet.’
‘He’s trying.’ Hannah had come out of the kitchen, followed by Gabby and E.D. ‘He spends all day thinking of names.’
‘What about Lightning Two?’ suggested Gabby.
‘Yeah, he does look like Lightning Strikes,’ Hannah said.
‘Nuh, it’s obvious.’ E.D. put his hands in his pockets and looked at the sky. ‘Phoenix.’
‘Phoenix?’ asked Gabby.
‘Yeah, as in that bird that rose from the ashes. Well, this little feller escaped the fire.’
‘I think he’s a lot like Strike,’ said Gabby.
‘That’s a good racehorse name,’ said Angus. ‘Like Strike.’ The foal lifted its head and Angus reached his hand out to him. The young horse sucked on Angus’s fingers.
‘Will he race one day?’ Gabby asked.
‘He’ll be faster than lightning,’ Angus said, smiling.
Bay:
A brown horse with a black mane and tail and black ‘stockings’ on all four legs.
Betting ring:
An area of a racecourse where people can come to check the odds for a horse and place their bets.
Bit:
A piece of equipment that is placed in the horse’s mouth to help restrain the horse.
Chestnut:
A reddish-brown horse.
Cloning:
The use of DNA to make or duplicate exact copies of living things. This is called reproductive cloning. There are also other types of cloning.
Colt:
A young male horse under the age of four.
Dam:
The mother horse.
DNA:
The material inside the nucleus of cells that carries genetic information. The scientific name for DNA is deoxyribonucleic acid.
Form guide:
A booklet that gives people all the information they need about a horse—its weight, wins etc.
Furlong:
A unit of length used in horse races. It is equivalent to about 201.17 metres.
Gelding:
A male horse that has been desexed.
Genetic scientist:
Genes are cells in our bodies that make us the individuals that we are. People who study these genes are called genetic scientists. Another name for genetics is heredity.
Grooming:
Cleaning and brushing a horse.
Mare:
A female horse.
Parade ring:
An enclosed area at a racecourse where the horses walk around in a circle with their trainers leading them. People can come and look at the horses.
Pedigree:
A record of the family of a horse.
Silks:
Each racehorse owner has their own colour pattern for the jockey to wear. This helps people identify the horse and its owner. The silks are the brightly coloured clothing worn by the jockeys.
Sire:
The father horse.
Starting stalls:
A big, movable iron barrier with twenty-four spaces or more for the horses to go into at the start of a race. When all the horses are ready, each stall is opened at the same time to make sure the race is fair.
Stirrups:
A support for the rider made out of metal. This is where the rider’s feet go.
Strapper:
A person who assists the trainer with the care and grooming of a horse. He or she looks after the horse’s equipment and stable too.
Stud farm:
A farm where horses are bred.
Tack room:
A room in which bridles, saddles and other riding equipment is kept.
Thoroughbreds:
A breed of horse that can be traced back to three foundation sires in the late seventeenth and early eighteenth century. Thoroughbreds are considered pure and classy.