I resented Daniel a little bit, but maybe it was Dad that I really didn't like. Because none of them had gone to the fence to watch me compete but we had to go line up to watch Daniel go around the ring on Cleric. He'd been able to pick Cleric out four years before after taking home every blue ribbon but one in a local show at the barn down the street from our little farm. Dad had been so proud of him back then and I saw the same expression on his face now. It was exactly the same each time perfect Daniel competed on perfect Cleric and I just wished for once that my dad looked at me like that. I didn't mean to be whiny but that's how I felt standing between Dad and Robbie with my arms up on the wood railing of the arena.
Cleric was easily a show favorite with his dark golden coat and long blonde mane. He was a classic palomino Quarter Horse gelding with excellent conformation and an unbelievably smooth trot. I knew Daniel had searched for a horse like him for months and had done all the research to make sure he got a great horse to show. But sometimes I still thought that he had lucked out with him. And then, sometimes, I even thought my big brother didn't deserve to have him at all. I didn't like myself when I thought things like that.
"Robbie, pay attention, that's how you win ribbons."