Over the weekend I kept quiet about my upcoming trip. I was excited about what I was about to do, yet wondered what on earth had possessed me to take up Nonette’s cause.
I knew the answer. Once I’d met her and seen how she lived, I could no longer pretend to be ignorant about her life. Even if she would never be my horse, I still had an obligation to rescue her. And I had the means at my disposal. Noblesse oblige.
Out of twenty-two starts, she had won one race, come second twice, and third three times, earning her owner $25,000. Now she trained well in the morning but ran badly in the afternoon. I suspected the mare was too savvy to continue with her racing life—she understood the way out was to go on strike!
