farm needs close to half a million worth of repairs and upgrades, and who the hell knows what the house needs? I think the missus has been after him to leave the Blue Grass and go back to civilization in some high-rise for a couple of years now.â He paused and sighed deeply. âStill, there was a time, and not so long ago, when this place was one of the crown jewels.â He shrugged. âI guess everything changes. Doesnât mean we have to like it.â
âDoes Mr. Bigelow know the hired help?â I asked. âI mean personally?â
âHe knows the long-timers, of course. As for the grooms and the groundskeepers, he knows most of âem by sight, and knows a few of their names,â answered Standish. âBut heâs been in town all week, with his lawyers and his bankers and whoever the hell else he has to see during sales week. He wonât be able to tell you anything.â
âI believe you,â I said. âBut I might as well speak to him as long as Iâm here, just to please my clients.â
âTonyâs parents?â
âRight.â
âI never met them, but he seemed to think well of them. I hope you run the kid down before he gets in any serious trouble.â
âHell, I just hope heâs not in any yet,â I said.
âIâm with you on that. Nice kid. Had a way with horses.â He began walking to the barn door. âCome on. Iâll take you up to the big house and introduce you. Watch your step near the door. Got a busted pipe there. Jury-rigged a patch on it until we can get a plumber out here.â
I walked around the pipe and followed him outside. A big earth-moving machine was parked about forty feet from the entrance.
âThe place needs a lot of repairs,â confided Standish. âWe think thereâs also a leak in the main line leading from the street.â
âThatâs a lot of ground to dig up,â I said, turning and looking toward the street.
âTrue,â he agreed. âOn the other hand,â he added with a smile, âwe have a lot of horses who like to drink.â
As we walked by one of the barns I saw a quartet of monuments, statues of horses with inscriptions on them.
âWhatâs that?â I asked.
âThe cemetery,â he replied.
âYouâve only had four horses die in all the years this place has been here?â I asked with a smile.
He returned the smile. âMost are disposed of by the vet. But these four deserved to be remembered. All the farms do it. Go by Claiborne and you can pay your respects to Secretariat, Bold Ruler, and Danzig. Stop by Calumet and you can do the same to Citation and Alydar and some others.â He paused. âWhat we have here are Vanguard, Gunslinger, Midnight Run, and Silk Scarf.â
âSilk Scarf?â I repeated. âWasnât that a filly?â
He nodded. âA mare. Theyâre colts and fillies until they turn five; then theyâre horses and mares. She just died this spring.â
âIsnât it odd for a mare to be buried here? Every horse you named here and at the other farms were males.â
âShe produced eight stakes winners,â said Standish. âThatâs more than some males produce with fifty times the offspring.â Another pause. âHell, Ruffian is buried at Belmont Park, and when Zenyatta goes sheâll have a marker that dwarfs all of these.â
âI wonder what kind of grave is in store for Tyrone, if any,â I mused as we continued walking.
âFirst letâs see if he can beat you at even weights,â said Standish with a smile. âThen weâll worry about ranking him with racingâs immortals.â
âDonât you have some idea by now?â I asked.
âSome,â he replied. âBut I just got here myself a few months ago. I havenât really watched him develop from the start. He seems like a well-balanced colt,
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