CHAPTER FOUR
“SO WHAT EXACTLY IS the story on Walker?” I asked Farrell a short while later. We were seated in an air-conditioned black-and-red RV, one of four RVs, all with California plates and the word Joust! written in fancy gold script along the sides. Farrell had told me that his sponsors paid for the team’s RVs, so they could travel around the country in style and comfort. The sponsorship I didn’t doubt for a moment—not only were the squires and varlets (the ground crew) wearing matching garb with sponsor patches on their arms, but the saddle that was sitting on a chair next to where Moth was flaked out also had sponsor emblems on it. I suppose if they could do it to race cars, a horse’s tack was fair game as well.
“My sweet, I’m sure if we put our minds to it, we can come up with
