Notice: I do not own The Black Stallion, Hopeful Farms, Alex Ramsey, Satan, or Henry Dailey. But I do own this story, Behaar, Kit Anderson, Jade Speed, and Windigo Farm. The races featured in this story are actual races ran.
"They're in the gate!" the race announcer bellowed over the speakers. Down below, he could see Alex Ramsey on top of The Black as they stepped into the first position. Henry Dailey, The Black's trainer, muttered, "Don't matter where the two start. They're gonna win this race anyhoo." After a moment, the other stallions began bucking and kicking at the gates; screaming and trying to get out. But The Black sayed calm.
The gates slammed open faster than lightning and Alex drove his horse to the early initiative. The pack was seven lengths behind when The Black reached the half-polf thirty-two seconds later. Alex thought to himself, This race is only six furlongs, not even a mile. If we have three furlongs left, we don't have much to worry about. So The Black continued floating across the turf.
The announcer beamed, "The Black ridden by Ramsey has led the horses into the homestretch!" That's when the bay who was just in striking distance of the lead sped up. The announcer's eyes widened, "What a surprise! It seems Behaar has sped up to The Black. What a rocket!" Behaar was only half a foot from The Black at the 3/4 of a furlong pole. The jockey gave Behaar his head and the two racehorses were neck-and-neck. Henry jumped out of his seat faster than anyone in the stands had ever seen an old man jump. "Drive 'em, Alex! Don't let 'em catch ya"
A man next to Henry bit his nail nervously, for he bet all the money he had on the Black. He definatly did not want America's top horse and jockey to loose to this four-year-old and the Danish girl riding her. The announcer screamed, "HERE'S THE WIRE! DAMN! IT'S HARD TO TELL! WHAT A RACE! I-I THINK IT'S...IT'S A TIE! BEHAAR AND THE BLACK HAVE TIED IN THE BREEDERS' CUP CLASSIC!"