Rupert timed me. “Lady, ah sure underestimated you. Ludwig rode in first on President’s Man. Macaulay twice clattered to the ground with exhaustion, and several times they narrowly missed death as the oil-rich Arabs hurtled by in their huge limousines.
Rupert sat down, pulling her against him. “When can I ride again?”“Look, I don’t want to depress you, but you certainly can’t ride for a year. “Not much else to boast about, with cock-ups in every other direction. I know what you’re going through.
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