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Post by Cavallo on Nov 25, 2012 17:25:07 GMT -5
It was time to close the sale. The old auctioneer, dropped his gavel indicating that the time of bidding was over. The old man knew this drill. Take the offers and and bring them to Nick. One would go home happy and the rest disappointed - the one downfall to his lucrative job. He took the paper of offers and walked back to Nick. He whistled. These were some steep offers. Star Thoroughbreds had a lot of juveniles...somewhere around 16 if he'd heard correctly. Serendipity Hills had six. Bowen Acres had around eight with both strings. None of these stables needed another juvenile. He suddenly wasn't keen on selling the War Admiral filly. She needed to go somewhere where the light could shine on her and he wanted her to go somewhere where she could be developed into a grade one terror. She had it well within her to become so. She was legend and hall of fame material.
For the right stable. He didn't know if he saw that here. He looked over the offers and was flattered. He didn't know what to do. He was torn. Maybe he should pull the filly? There was Nightshade...the attentions would be divided...He had these lines though...owning the sire and having Firebird...she needed to go...and go somewhere where she could be the star. Nightshade wasn't moving over for the competition.
No the filly needed to go, right? He looked over the offers. He made his choice. The auctioneer returned. We are sorry for the inconvenience, but the owner has decided to reject all offers. The other stables were jam packed in their juvenile strings, in comparison to his measly four horse string. As of now, Lily's chances were much better off staying with Intrepid. Nick was too protective of Admiral's lines...People might call him crazy. Rejecting a HoF brood?? Well...guess he was. Some sale this was turning out to be. Out of eight horses he was now reclaiming two... he hit himself and turned to grab Adele...to lead Lily back to her stall. At least his jockeys were happy now.
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