encourage.
âDid you go to college, Ross?â he asked as they clattered along the country lanes with the dog at their heels. âDad wants me to go to college but I donât want to. I donât need A-levels to be a jockey.â
âSure I went,â Ross said. âAnd I went on to law school too. My father wanted me to be a lawyer and join the family firm.â
âBut you didnât, did you?â Danny said eagerly. âYou went your own way. Why canât Dad see Iâve got a right to live my own life?â
âI guess he only wants what he thinks is best for you,â Ross said, cringing inwardly as he heard himself echoing generations of parents with his words. âAnd it never hurts to have some academic qualifications too. Horses are a risky business â look at me, I almost had to go back to studying law.â
Danny was not convinced. âI could always turn to training if I couldnât ride any more,â he said with the easy optimism of youth. âAnd anyway, Dad doesnât want me ever to be a jockey. Not now. Not in two yearsâ time. Not ever!â
The American suppressed a smile at his boyish despair. âIn a year or two he wonât have any say in the matter, as far as I can see,â he observed. Then, as they turned off the tarmac surface on to a grassy woodland track, âCome on, letâs get some practice in now, anyway.â
He hitched up his stirrups five or six holes and waited while Danny did the same, then, crouched jockey-like over their horsesâ necks, they put them into a gallop and thundered down the track between the trees. It wasnât until they pulled up, legs aching from the unaccustomed position and faces glowing with exhilaration, that Ross remembered it was Ginger he was riding.
Ross spent the afternoon cleaning tack. It being Monday, Bill was on his own and it didnât seem fair to leave extra work for him. As he worked amongst the smells of leather, saddle soap and metal polish, Ross pondered his own, so far unrewarded attempts to befriend the man. Scott might, as the Colonel alleged, have an exhaustive fund of equine knowledge locked away in his head but to date that was where it had stayed. Apart from when it was absolutely necessary, he had shown no inclination whatever to talk to Ross.
He had a strange feeling that Bill regarded him as a failure just waiting to happen, and although the horsesâ recent successes had undoubtedly pleased the man, his cold reserve where Ross was concerned had not noticeably warmed.
As though summoned by Rossâ thoughts, the stable manager appeared in the doorway.
âI could have done that,â he observed dourly.
âThatâs okay. I donât mind.â
Bill grunted. He wandered around the tackroom, looking at a bridle here, tidying a blanket box there, whistling tunelessly through his teeth all the while, until Ross could cheerfully have strangled him.
âIâd rather you didnât encourage Danny in this stupid idea of becoming a jockey,â Bill said suddenly from behind him. âItâs really none of your business.â
Ross caught his breath at the unfairness of this unexpected attack. He turned slowly to find Bill glaring belligerently at him.
âIâve done no such thing,â he said evenly. âBut Iâll not discourage him either, and if youâve got any sense, youâll hold off too. Itâs his life, after all, and if heâs got any spirit, opposition will only make him more determined. Believe me, I know.â
âItâs none of your bloody business!â Bill repeated with tight-lipped fury. âJust stay out of it. He thinks youâre some kind of hero. Canât see you for what you really are. When he does, heâll despise you as he despises me.â
Ross shook his head emphatically. âNo. Youâre wrong there. He doesnât despise you. If he did he wouldnât
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