hold her head high, standing as square as she could on all four legs, her eyes alert, ears pricked firmly forward at her new visitors. They watched each other for a few minutes, the humans and the filly, before Bucko whistled to her. Her nose shot even higher into the air, her body pushing hard into the back fence.
âOh,â Tully said. âLetâs not frighten her.â
âLooks like sheâs had plenty of that already, poor darlinâ,â Bucko said, a dark frown crossing his face, landing on his lips. âLetâs go have a quick chat to Dennis, then you can head over and see if you canât get acquainted. Hopefully youâll need thisââ He handed her a worn rope halter and lead rope.
Tully accepted it, her eyes firmly on the filly.
âYou can go see her in a sec,â Bucko said, taking Tully gently by the arm. She waved at the filly, before drifting along behind Bucko as he marched around the front of the house to see the man on the front verandah.
âBuckley,â the man said, raising an eyebrow. âDidnât know youâd be stoppinâ by.â
âDidnât want you to,â Bucko laughed, âHow ya been, Dennis?â
Dennis rocked back in his chair, resting his feet on a tipped-over milk crate. âHeard about the filly, did ya?â
âWord âround the pub is you took her as a partial payment from Nevins?â
Must be a bookie . . . Tully thought, taking a step out from behind Bucko.
âHiya, Darlinâ,â the man said, letting out a low whistle. âThat the Athens girl, Buckley?â
Buckoâs body tensed and he took a step forward, urging Tully back. âNot here to chat.â
Dennis laughed roughly, rubbing a hand down his scraggly beard. âThat fool Nevinsâs always gettinâ in over his head,â he said. âIâd race her meself if I thought sheâd go any good.â
Bucko balled his fists. Tully could practically feel the heat radiating off him.
âToo much money and risk in it anyhow,â Dennis continued, âIâm happy where Iâm sittinâ on the side of the track.â
Taking peopleâs money , Tully thought, her heart sinking. That poor little fillyâs gonna be stuck here . . .
âWell thatâs the thing about this sport,â Bucko said, crossing his arms across his chest. âAs old John Wilko said, âFor all its flaws, one of horseracingâs enduring qualities is that it gives everyone a shot. Commoners, Kings, cowboys, and cowgirls . . . all you need is a horse and some hope.â
Dennis huffed. âSomeone like meâs seen too much to waste time on hope,â he said, looking far off across the plain.
âWhat were the doggers gonna give ya?â Bucko asked.
âTwo-fifty.â
Bucko shook his head. âAlways have been a sly old bugger, havenât ya, Dennis? It wouldaâ been two hundredâweâll match it, and take her off your hands right now . . .â Before Dennis could answer, Bucko had turned to Tully. âBut this is up to you, Tulls. You know how expensive a racehorse in training is, and this filly will need a lot of work. I have a good feeling about her, for you. But itâs your decision. Iâm not forcing you to take her.â
âWhat?â Tullyâs eyes widened in shock, her body jolting upright. â I can have her?!â
âWe need another horse; we need one bad. I know your dad will come around, and let you ride again. And when he does, youâll need something decent to train on. To race. Plus, Greg is in desperate need of a girlfriend. But . . .â he shrugged. âItâs up to you.â
Tully burst out laughing. âOh my God!â she said finally, throwing her arms around Buckoâs neck. âYes, yes please! Of course I want her, Bucko. Iâll pay you back as soon as I can get to the bank.â She squeezed him tight,