The racing barn was a huge shock. Inside twelve-foot high barbed wire fencing, twenty or so half-dilapidated barns crowded into a prison-like dirt expanse.
The security measures certainly made sense when I thought of the millions of dollars’ worth of horse flesh inside that compound. But it was tough to compare the lives of these cooped-up animals to the lifestyle of horses like mine, free to roam all day in lush pasture and come into bright, airy stalls whenever they choose.
I parked my car outside the security gate before entering the guard house to sign myself in and wait for Emily to come and escort me to Nonette.
Emily was very friendly. After I was given a visitor’s badge, I drove my car behind hers to building 6. I passed skinny two year olds being hosed off after their morning t
