"A colorful story...Ruffian was nothing if not a heartbreaker. Her story, dramatically recounted by Jane Scwartz, epitomizes both the adrenaline-pumping glory and gut-wrenching ruthlessness inherent in the sport of horse racing."
THE WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD
Here is the story f the exceptional filly, a horse so dominating, she was likened to legend. Beginning with her earliest days in Kentucky, the book follows Ruffian at every stage of her career and through the agony of her final hours--venturing behind the scenes of the racing world, and exploring the politics and personalities that came together to shape this exroardiinary filly's life.
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|Title of eBook: Ruffian|
|Release Date: 12-18-2007|
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|Publisher: Random House Publishing Group|
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He didn’t even have a radio. This was Frank Whiteley’s barn, and Whiteley didn’t allow radios. Buck could understand that. He’d been a horseman himself for almost twenty years. The boss wasn’t paying him to listen to music. Horse watching was a job. Especially in a case like this. The President, the Pope, and the Queen of England all rolled into one couldn’t have gotten more attention than this filly had been getting the last few weeks, ever since they had announced the Match.
Buck looked over at her. She was awake now, alert in her stall, ears pricked forward.
“You’ll get your breakfast soon enough.” Buck smiled and tugged at the belt of his uniform. He was a big man, and he’d put on a few more pounds since becoming a Pinkerton. He could appreciate the filly’s appetite.
She wasn’t fidgeting or fussing, though. She never did. But there was something about her—Buck had been trying to figure it out all week. He had watched her before, when she raced, but only from the paddock or the stands, like everyone else. Up close, these past few nights, he’d begun to realize what it was: She had the uncanny ability to seem calm and excited at the same time. Perfectly at ease, and yet—eager, intense, wired. He had never seen that in a horse before. Or, for that matter, in a person, either.
The filly stretched ou...