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The Future Is Calling
The Long Road
The two riders looked at one another, and then they looked at the long curved road in front of them. Steven Rankin held a piece of paper in his hands.
"This is a stroll in the woods. Aint that right Biscuit?" Steven said to his brown colored horse.
Billy Jim Rhodes looked at his opponent. The dark haired man moved his large black horse closer to Busicuit, causing the brown horse to weiny nervously.
"Easy there Razor," Razor said to his horse. "We can beat them without scarin them."
Rules Of The Race
A small well dressed man walked to the middle of the wide dirt road. He peered over his thin silver framed glasses.
"Mr. Rhodes, I expect this race to be fair. I hope this is clear," the older man said to the two riders, mostly glaring at Billy Jim disgustedly.
"I don't need to cheat to beat this one," Billy Jon said pointing his thumb in Steven's direction.
"See that you don't break any rules, and keep your kin out of this race."
The black horse stomped its hoof on the ground. He seemed board by the back and forth between the old man and his rider.
"The race goes down round that bend, through the Trackie River. The land will be on the top of the hill." The old man said, looking at both of the riders. "You all ready!" he said holding his pistol into the air.
The two men nodded pulling their horses reigns tighter. They stared at the road, not moving a muscle. Then the gun shot rang throughout the woods.
The two men jerked at their horses as they got them running down the road. The old man waved his hand in front of his face.
"I hate when horses kick dirt in the air," He said, watching the young men ride down the roadway. Shortly they disappeared around the bin. "Those two boys are in for a big surprise," The old man said under his breath.