Chapter Twenty-One
Four Legs Instead of Two
We were continually trained, exercised, and occasionally raced until one day about a month later I was discreetly separated from the other Horse Women and led down the wide corridors to a door I had almost forgotten existed: The Trotter Barn.
The doubled, steel-barred doors opened to the Eunuch’s electronic key and he led me through just before they hissed down from the ceiling, locking us inside. I clip-clopped along behind him down the wide, white-painted corridor, by now used to and wanting (oh, my God) the tugs of my reins to keep me under control. The whole Trotter Area was a smaller duplicate of the regular Horse Woman Barn, the Eunuch told me over his shoulder while he playfully snapped the reins behind him, making me whinny each time t
