He wasn't exactly handsome; he was more like a heavy-duty freight train. A wise horse, he exerted himself no more than necessary. He never bothered to break a record unless it took record time to win; he was content to win his races by a neck, or a nose. But even a great gelding like Armed, smart in pacing himself, can run down. Five months ago, after winning eleven races and $288,725 in one season, he was pulled off the track and given a rest.
His handlers gave him a soft diet of bran mash and hay, and nothing to do all...
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