my last race, was gonna ride firewalker out. son of a bitch baxter has taken that away from me. firewalker deserved better. killing horses for money has to end. we all get thrown away when we can't win anymore. unless you keep winning. slow down, kid. you're gonna end up like me. one hell of a jockey? broke. whizzing blood. lucky to have one kidney working. 110 pounds. getting on a thousand-pound animal going 45 miles an hour. and you're not even straight. like you always taught me, do whatever i have to do to win. i was wrong. i'm worried about you, angelo. i'll be fine. never felt ...