Excerpt

The Bradford Farm was always busy but now things were one step away from becoming hectic. With at least ten mares ready to foal, every hand will be working overtime. Some mares will deliver with no problem, some may need help. Theres no way to tell which it will be until the time arrives. Then, if there is trouble, someone has to be close by who knows what to do.

No doubt Ole Babe will be prancing around like some kind of a big shot since he is responsible for three of the newcomers here at Bradford. There are also several more of his heirs due to make an appearance this month on other farms. He had been called upon quite often last breeding season for his services. It has been quite some time since Bradford produced another thoroughbred the caliber of Ole Babe. Hope is running high that this years crop will produce a similar winner.

One Saturday in mid-January, Jim and Carol went to his dads office prepared to ask Randy about a mare almost ready to foal. As they approached his office, the door was slightly ajar. They stopped when they heard voices. Mr. Bradford was speaking with Randy King. The conversation made it plain that Mr. Bradford was very fond of Jim, as well as Carol. He was fully aware of her deep interest in the horses as well as the fact that she had been faithfully coming to work at the farm for at least three years. He mentioned Jane and her uncanny ability to relate, which intrigued him. He was aware that Janes friend Mark, was not only a recent addition to the group but was assisting with some of the chores. From the comments made, it seemed apparent Mr. Bradford saw something noteworthy in these four young people.

Jim and Carol stood quietly. After a brief pause, Mr. Bradford continued. Randy, I want to do something special for these four youngsters. . .something I have never done before, and I want your reaction.
At this point, Jim and Carol were almost afraid to take a breath for fear of being detected. They didnt want to eavesdrop but they were unable to move. Then they heard Mr. Bradford say,
Id like to put Ole Babe with one of my best mares, maybe Black Belle, out of Queen Jane. They should produce a prime foal, and then, Id let the youngsters make a project of the result. What do you think?

Well, Bruce, first of all I think its very generous of you to do this and it would certainly make those four kids very happy. Who would be the owner?
All four would. They could form their own little syndicate and share expenses and profits, if there are any. Think it over, Randy, and let me know.
I can tell you right now, If thats what you want to do Bruce, Im all for it.

Movements inside the office sounded like Mr. Bradford was preparing to leave. Not wanting it know that they had been listening, Jim and Carol quickly, but quietly, left the building. They stood outside until Mr. Bradford passed. He said, Morning you two, have a nice day, as he headed toward his car. When they went inside, Jims dad didnt mention the conversation. He thought, Id rather the boss give them the news; after all, it is Mr. Bradfords gift, not mine.
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After completing their business with Randy, Jim and Carol literally raced back to Ole Babes stall. They arrived panting, and both bent over trying to catch their breath.
Carol spoke first. Did we hear what I think we did?
Jim stood, shaking his head. We sure did! I can hardly believe it, what a break. I never dreamed anything like this could happen.
Me either. Do you think he really meant it? Think hell really go though with it?
Oh, I think he will, because my dad says that Mr. Bradford always does what he says hes going to do.
Well, I sure hope so. Wait til Jane and Mark hear.
Carol, Lets not say anything to them just in case something causes it to fall through. If and when it does happen, you and I are going to have to act surprised; we dont want them to know we over heard their conversation.
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It was a colt. Ben cauterized the cord, and cleaned the nostrils to insure a clear breathing passage. As soon as he finished, Belle looked around and began to lick her prize. She had good reason to be proud; her son had the appearance of one fine colt.
Around seven a.m. Randy and Jim arrived. Upon finding Bens note, they wasted no time and anxiously rushed to Belles stall to see the new addition. It was easy to understand Jims excitement, hes part owner. Randy has seen hundreds of births and yet even he was caught up in the moment.

When they walked up to the stall, the newborn was busy nursing and already quite steady on his feet. Randy spoke first, I think hes going to be a big one, like Ole Babe.
Jim let out his breath, Thats good news, dad. It looks like he has Belles color, almost coal black. I like that.

It was obvious Randy was impressed with the colt as he looked him over very carefully. He hesitated a few moments, then turned to Jim, You know son, we may be looking at a future horse of destiny.
Immediately upon hearing what his father said, Jim broke into a big grin. Thanks dad.
Randy looked at him, Thanks? For what?
I think you just named our foal. Weve been trying to come up with a suitable name. Destiny sounds good to me and will be his name, if the others agree and if that name isnt taken.