Astonishment swept over the crowd as the horses bolted at the ringing of the bell. Seabiscuit reached and clawed at the soil beneath him pulling it back as gained speed. War Admiral vigourously tore at the track, hurling ahead. Both horses legs curled and uncurled lunging them forward. Speed building and building. Seabiscuit forged ahead sweeping into the lead plowing forward. War Admiral shocked but not giving up, pouring his heart into the track. As they rounded the corner the crowd busted over the rail shreacking and earging the horses on. Woolf could feel Seabiscuit under him humming like an engine, the bobbing of his head ever so quetly, breathing very sligthly. Kurtsinger's jaw dropped, cleching his teeth, holding War Admiral back waiting for Seabiscuit to falter. The crowd realized something amazing. Seabiscuit was faster. Woolf watched the track fly behind him, pulling the soft leather through his fingers slowing Seabiscuit down. Kurtsinger saw the oppurtunity letting War Admiral burst forward.
Too be continued . . . when I can find the rest of it.
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