That will be twenty-five strokes from each of you. When I handed it to the host, her eyes again widened. “I’m with security and Finn said to keep a close watch on you.”
“I have no ideas that would cause you to draw either your gun or your knife,” I said with a smile. Almost immediately a very handsome, very trim young man in a black suit stepped up and asked, “Is there a problem?”
“No,” I answered calmly. He is a true friend, and I won’t mention his name, but he picked me up at the airport and took me to his house. “It’s OK if you use your left hand,” I said softly, smiling at Tatiana. A trumpet blared the Call to Post and a dozen or so horses and riders rolled out into the open area. Then I added, “I appreciated the race, but my pants are dry.”
“Mine would be if I were wearing any,” she said, grinning at me. One of the young women turned her hand slightly and her horse sped up…
