On the other hand, no one had called her out on her deception yet. Maybe they realised she was a woman and just didn’t care? Either way, she was happy to stay with Angel at the moment, out of the way of the crowds. Sam’s racing silks were actually quite attractive; dark blue, with black arms and a black cap. She had dressed at the hotel before they left this morning, so she didn’t have to use the communal jockey changing room. “Nearly time,” she told Angel, stroking the soft end of his nose. The trip here hadn’t been very relaxing for poor Angel, trapped in a horse cart for a day, being pulled over rutted roads by two other horses. Sam, Ruth, Mamma and Joe then stayed overnight in Fort Worth and travelled by train to Oklahoma City on the Thursday. The train took just three hours to get them there and Angel had been able to rest ever since. Ruth had stayed with him as long as she could the day before, wanting him to feel at home in this strange stable.
