The Irish King
The ride of your life.
They covered the body and carried it out on a stretcher. The horse, amazingly unharmed, came willingly to McCauley, the trainer. He grabbed the bay stallion's reins and led him to where Jim O’Dowd was standing, mouth agape. “You’ll have to have him on Saturday, Jim,” McCauley said. “Are you up to it?”
“But…?”
“He’s dead, Jim. A good jockey.” McCauley look…
