"Three year old Irish Thoroughbred stallion. And, get this, he's the grandson of Shergar." She stated. "Purebred, beginning racer."

"Wow, okay," Dylans eyes widened.

"Yeah. And, I used my own money, so." She stated. "He's at the barn."

"Are you asking me to drive you to the barn?" he smirked.

"Do you wanna meet him?" She asked.

"Sure,"

"Okay." She grinned. "You'll love him. You love all my horses."

Dylan smiled and drove down to the barn.

Once at the barn, she led out her newest project horse. It was a purebred Irish Thoroughbred stallion, with four white socks, a white blaze, and a bay coat. He looked exactly like the missing racehorse, Shergar.

"This pretty boy is known as Galway Warrior." She stated. "He's a three year old."

Dylan watched, looking at the overall build of the horse. He was gorgeous. "Wow, he's amazing,"