“MAXZYNE,” HER FATHER WARNS. “Quit while you’re ahead.”
“But Dad,” she cries plaintively. “You always say, ‘If you’re not the lead horse, the view never changes.’ I’m just trying to make sure things change for the best. At least for Caesar anyway.”
Her mother rolls her eyes. “Young lady, don’t you dare use your own father’s words against him. You can quote me: ‘Respect your elders.’ We decide what’s best.”
“Yes, but Mr. Stryker knows what’s best for horses, right, sir?” Maxzyne gives him a pleading look.
Stryker looks at Officer Logan. “I assume the horse is being held at the police stables?”
The policeman nods. “He’s in good hands at our South Shore stables for the moment. We’ll see what the owner decides to do. By the time he pays his fines, he may decide to let the horse go. If that’s the case,” he turns to Rico, “He’s all yours, young man.”
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