Chapter 16

“Yeah, you should just plan on showin’ him for the rest of the circuit. Show some Amateur classes, too. You show him so well that it will be good for booking mares this spring. Maybe we could even increase the stud fee. Uh…that’d be the fee for Desi. I’m not lettin’ you go out to stud.”

He and Brad both laughed.

“You did well on Tango, too.”

“I did,” said Hank, “but I got to thinkin’ about him. I got me an idea that I—”

There was a knock on the camper door. Greta raised her head and woofed.

“Ah, the guard dog showin’ already,” Hank chuckled.

“That’ll be the pizza,” Hank said. Brad got up to answer the door.

He paid the delivery boy and brought in the large meat lovers. The room was instantly filled with a tantalizing smell. Greta jumped down from Hank and over to where Brad carried the aromatic food to the kitchen, sniffing and prancing.

“None for you, little one,” he said, putting the box on the table.