Years ago Roger Hinton tried his hand at horse racing, mainly because that was what men of his stature did. However, it never really panned out. Bad luck coupled with bad investments caused her father’s employer to lose interest in his Thoroughbred ambitions.But the horses remained.Throughout Alyssa’s childhood, when she wasn’t climbing a tree or shadowing Quentin whenever he came home, she was living and breathing everything about horses or swimming like a fish. Who knows, maybe one day when her career settled down a bit, she would invest in a stable of her own.“Okay, I’m heading in,” Tangela said. “My butt can’t stand too much more of this.”Alyssa laughed. “But I thought we were going to race?”“You win,” Tangela announced, wincing and turning her horse toward the stable. “I’ll see you back in your room.”“Fine. Be that way.” Alyssa pretended to be miffed. “Tell Jimmie, I’m going to keep Charlie here out a little longer.” She leaned forward and stroked Charlie’s long neck.
