Showdown
Chapter One
Bobby Cameron was in the south of France on the day his father died.
Leaning hard into the filly's left flank-he was breaking in a
feisty bay yearling called Mirage for the legendary French racehorse owner
Pascal Bremeau-he brought her around for a third time as the dry dust of
the training ring billowed and plumed up around him, enveloping both horse and
rider once again in a thick, stifling cloud. Fighting back the urge to
choke-he didn't want to do anything now that might frighten or
unsettle the horse-he leaned back in the saddle, relaxing into the
languorous, cowboy-style riding that he was famed for, closing his eyes to help
himself tune in to her movements. Soon he could feel every pulse of her taut
young muscles between his thighs and the nervous straining of every sinew as
she cantered into the turn. It was as if he and the filly had become one being,
one fluid organism, circling rhythmically beneath the blazing Cote d'Azur
sun.
"Non! Pas comme ca. Regard, she is steel favoring the
left. You see?"
The voice came from Henri Duval, Bremeau's trainer, who was standing
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