“There hadn’t been much sleep in my immediate past. My chair was propped back against the threshold of the open tack-room door, where I had been sitting for a while now, slowly waking up. In the dark I could almost picture the ghosts of the great horses that had run here—Swaps, Round Table, Citation—and I looked off across the tow ring at the barn across the way. The time was four-thirty by the clock in my head, and sure enough, almost at that second, the ginneys began stirring down the row and ...I heard hungry horses nickering in the distance. Lights began to appear two barns away, then in my own shedrow at the far end. But where I sat only the darkness remained, deeply black.So was this the day of Baxter? Obviously I didn’t know how this would all end but I was primed, I believed something would happen, and I sat still until the first trickles of light began spreading across the mountain range and down along the backstretch rail. I let my chair drop softly, got up, stretched, and headed over to the kitchen for some coffee.The place was buzzing with horsemen: trainers, exercise boys, ginneys, hot walkers, and jockeys.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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