"I don't know why you wanted me along. This is your job. Unless you don't want it anymore. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
Logan sighed, turning his head from the window of the plane to look at his boss, who was by all appearances buried in a novel. Water for Elephants,
he read on the spine. "Rachelle, come on. Humour me." You've been locked alternately in your house and Lolo's stall for way too long and it's not healthy, he didn't say. "Just have a look at them with me, all right? There's a Pleasantly Perfect filly in there, you know."
Rachelle glared at him over the top of her book, and then smacked him on the head with it. He ducked too late.
"Just out and say it, Logan." Her eyes narrowed. So did his.
"Fine. You've been a bitch to everyone except Lolo for a month."
"You're fired," Rachelle said flatly.
Logan was silent, though he struggled for a moment not to say, No, I'm not.
If he was quiet, she'd keep talking. He knew her well enough to know that.
"I haven't been a bitch to Chloe," she finally sniffed, turning a page.
Logan smiled. "She doesn't count. You spoil her rotten anyway."
"She's thirty-six. Too old to be spoiled."
When the book flew again, Logan was ready and blocked its flight with his forearm.
"I've been very nice to Frankie, too."
Logan rolled his eyes at this. "He's going to be your... is there even a word for it? Surrogate son-in-law? Anyway, you're nice to him because he's Chloe's."
Rachelle actually put the book down this time, which Logan regarded as a victory. "It doesn't matter why I'm nice. I have not been a bitch to everyone but Lolo."
"No, but Chloe and Frankie account for, what, half a percent of the people you see or talk to on a regular basis? And not even face to face." Logan rubbed his eyes. "The grooms have been talking. They say you changed when Cal died."
She winced visibly. "So you're taking me to see a Pleasantly Perfect filly in an auction across the Atlantic?"
Logan reached under the seat for his carry-on and pulled out Red & Sky's catalogue. "Here," he said, handing it over. "Have a look. Pleasantly Perfect, Curlin, Tapit, Devil His Due... a couple of less fancy names, too."
Rachelle opened the catalogue and stalled on the first page. "Ellusive Quest?" she asked. "Isn't he on that colour farm in Arizona?"
"I think so."
"Wasn't he crap?"
Logan laughed uncontrollably. "Yeah, he was," he admitted once he had control of his breathing again. "Two starts, unplaced. Pretty useless as a race sire, too. I've no idea why there are two of his in here."
Rachelle looked thoughtful for a moment. "I want one," she said finally.
"As a project," she said, nodding, coming to a decision.
Logan shrugged. "You're the boss."
"Yes, I am. Oh, and Logan."
He did not smile, despite the temptation. "I know, boss."
Rachelle set her mind on Hip 1 almost as soon as she saw him. Logan was pleased, to be honest; he thought that Halo and Kris S. hadn't been given much of a shot as a line cross, and he liked that the mare had a little Storm Cat and Danzig in her to inject a bit of raw speed. Physically, the colt was a standout as well: sleek and streamlined, with a big engine on him, he avoided many of the conformational pitfalls of his immediate family. If ever Ellusive Quest had a chance at siring a racehorse, this one looked like he could be it.
They were greeted by a slip of a teenager Rachelle fortunately recognized as Red & Sky's unlikely (and underage) owner, who bubbled and fluttered and generally did that teenaged thing that made Logan feel like thirty-seven was very old indeed. He watched Rachelle the whole time, hoping the boss's short temper would not choose now to surface, but she appeared to have shelved it for the time being. Then again, considering the older woman's fondness for Chloe and Ellie, it was entirely possible she found youthful over-enthusiasm to be soothing for some reason.
When Rachelle and Logan finally met the son of Ellusive Quest and Anegada that the Brazen Fields commander had chosen, there was really no turning back. He had what Rachelle liked to call "a personality;" that is, he snorted and pawed like any son of the Halo sire line, and his eyes shone with life.
"Yeah," Rachelle told the colt softly as he searched her pockets for tribute, "you're going to do me proud."
Information as it would appear if I won him:Name:
Ee Aa nFrMarkings:
Blaze, blue eyes; RF sock, LF stocking, RH stocking, LH stocking to paint marking; frame paint markings.Temperament:
A true son of the Halo line, Cay is willful and fiery and not above using brute force to get his way. However, he will gladly accept the leadership of someone who takes the initiative and, once mutual respect is established, he becomes quite affectionate.Discipline:
Racing prospectBloodlines: Ellusive Quest x AnegadaOffspring:
Unavailable - too young
Behind the name: Anegada is an island in the Virgin Islands, while a cay is an itty-bitty sand formation--one might say it's elusive, ohoho--sitting on top of a coral reef.
What's in store: Logically, foals by Ellusive Quest aren't going to be superstars. There's nothing to say, however, that they can't be tough little racehorses, and sometimes, personality is the key anyway.