time is limitless [insight/liam]

If there was anything that Liam knew anything about it was race horses. He was a long ways away from the blue grass country, but he was comforted to see that a horse was a horse no matter where you found yourself. Things were finally settling into a new pace and a new rhythm as he settled into Rose Park. It had been an act of God to get things done until Robert had come on board as the trainer. Having the man on his team freed him up to plan, plot and get Rose Park ready to enter competitively into the races. He had inspected Rob's filly as soon as he'd arrived and he'd immediately noticed her clean lines, deep chest and long legs, the ideal raw materials for a great racehorse. He'd been watching from the far side as the jockey had worked the filly in the saddle and hummed in approval as Rob took the jockey under his wing and put the filly through a solid workout. She rated well and responded to the lighter touch. She was a filly of power, but also brains and Liam had to look on with an envious eye as Rob brought the filly home.

He had brought his own colt with him from back home and he was eager himself to get Prime Directive out and about on the tracks. Watching the filly in motion caused his blood to stir like nothing else. There was something to said of a racehorse. They had such heart, such passion and power and his mind flashed back to his brief riding days and his training career. Being the owner of Rose Park didn't mean he would stop training, but neither did he want to train all these horses alone on top of everything else and in enters Robert Cooper. He squared his shoulders and briefly slung his right hand in front of his eyes to shield them in order to train his slate grey eyes on Rob's approach. Rob finally noticed his presence and addressed him, "Did you see any of that Liam?" He nodded his approval and allowed his eyes to more carefully roam over the thoroughbred.

"You thinking she'll be ready come race day with her jockey?" His head motioned over to the retreating back of the smaller man. It seemed the Bows Before Bros had an idea of what she was about with the right hand, but have the right rider was just as important as the talent of the horse. "She has a good turn of foot and can rate properly with the right touch." He checked his watch and noted the time at a quarter past twelve. "I saw you entered her into the upcoming race. I'm eager to see how Prime fairs against her - a joint workout for sure for them in the future if you're game." His eyes twinkled with the challenge. There was nothing better than competitive competition to improve a horses' game for race day.

His brief moment of bliss was clouded as he thought about the shortage of hands on the ground. "We do need more riders. My large frame and yours won't do the horses any favors come race day." He pondered that thought as he extended a flat palm to the filly. Knowing that Rob needed to see to her needs he offered to walk with him back to the barn. "You're probably more familiar with the area, know of any hidden talent in the area?" He was terrible when it came to turning his brain off from work and he could tell he was probably starting to sound like a machine. "God. I need a drink," he muttered as they entered the barn and he meant it too.