The words had barely left their mouths when the two realized they had picked the very same Quarter Horse.
They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
A sense of mutual respect, like one great mind recognizing another, welled up between them.
It was as if, in that single moment, they discovered a shared bond of mutual admiration and common purpose.
Director Roland said with a smile, "This horse is second only to Cigar in the entire herd. Its bloodline must be quite pure. I'd bet one of its ancestors was a champion, which is how it inherited such excellent genes."
Snow, listening from the side, nodded repeatedly, clearly in full agreement with Director Roland.
"That's what I was thinking, Mr. Roland. Look at its conformation. It's truly fantastic—compact, but without sacrificing power. All its proportions are perfect. You can tell at a glance it has the potential to be an outstanding racehorse."
