Another chapter from Gallop Girl

Well, you asked for it and here it is.  Another chapter from my work in progress.  The goal was to have a first draft completed by the 4th of July.  I’m not sure that I’ll make it, a few characters are screaming for attention.  But I’m going to try really hard.  Below is a chapter featuring one of my favorite characters ever – Peter Stone, a retired jockey living alone in a trailer house not far from the track.  Personally, I love Peter. I hope you enjoy.

Luke’s manic tail wagging, happy howls and clumsy leap from Peter’s couch erased all the madness of Ann’s last couple of days.  She bent down and folded his head into her arms as he lavished kisses on her face and throat.

“Well Missy, ain’t it good to be loved?” said Peter from his couch.

Ann wasn’t able to get up from the floor amid all of the dog love she was receiving. In between giggles, she managed “How are you feeling Pete?”

“Fine as frog hair, darlin’.” He grumbled.

“Frog hair?  Frogs don’t have hair?” She panted, pulling herself up from the floor and gently pushing Luke away.

“You can’t see frog hair because it’s too fine.”  Pete laughed in between wheezes.

Ann smiled at the old joke.  Pete laughed harder at his own jokes than he did at the jokes of others.  It was endearing to her.  She loved it when Pete would crack up telling her a joke that she had told to him recently.

“Well, we’d better get moving unless you want to be late to your doctor’s appointment.”  Ann said.

“Don’t hafta worry about that.  I done gone and canceled that meetin’ with the saw-bones.”  said Pete.

“Why would you do that?”  Ann asked.

“I’m tired of bein’ poked and prodded like an old pin cushion.  Those doctors and nurses treat you like you was nothin’ but a piece of meat.  No dignity.  So I fired ’em.”

“What about your prescriptions? How will you get the medicine you need?”

“I figure that pills never did much for my Donna, she died anyway, so what the hell can they do for me?”  Pete looked at Ann defiantly.  “Nope” he continued “I’m too old to cure, you just leave old Pete be.  I’ll be allright, don’t you worry your pretty little head.  Luke and I talked about it all night and he agrees.”  Pete reached out and stroked Luke’s silky long ears.  Then he reached into the folds of the couch and produced a bag of ginger snap cookies.  “Want one?”

“Pete” said Ann shocked “You know you have to watch your sugar!”

“Listen missy, I spent 31 years of being a rider and watching my weight like a hawk.  Can’t eat this, gotta purge that.  No butter, no salt on my meat.  When I quit ridin’ I ate like a king and every bite tasted like a treasure.  It’s the same here with these goddamn cookies.  Three years with watching my sugar and taking insulin and worried all the time.  These cookies have never tasted so good and I aim to eat ’em and eat some more if I goddamn feel like it.”

Ann sank to the couch next to him and put her hand on his hairy wrist.  “Oh Pete, I’m just worried about you.  That’s all.”

Pete wouldn’t meet her gaze, he turned to watch the Dodgers on the television make a seamless double play.  “Looks like the boys might have a good year after all.”

“Pete, we need to talk about your health.”  she pleaded.

“Why?” he asked.  “Why can’t we talk about baseball?  Or take the dog for a walk in the sunshine?  Or figure out your terrible love life?  Why do we need to talk about my health?  Let’s laugh and have some coffee, or pick a Derby horse together and just forget about arthritis or blood sugar levels or bowel movements!  Can’t you see that I’m tired of all this crap?”

“I’m sorry Pete, it’s just that”

“Don’t be sorry girlie, just shut up!”  Pete’s hands were shaking and so was his voice.  The Dodgers were up and there were now two men on base.  Both Pete and Ann turned silently to watch the game.  They both sorted out their thoughts in silence until the commercial break when the TV erupted loudly into a commercial for adult diapers.

“Ah hell.” said Pete disgustedly as he got up and went to the kitchen, dragging his bag of cookies with him.

“Hey, while you are in there, can you make us some coffee?” Asked Ann with a hopeful smile.

“Too goddamn hot for coffee now.” Grumbled Pete.  Ann sighed, not sure what to say next.  “But I got some coffee ice cream in the freezer.”  Pete grinned from the kitchen like a naughty child.

“That sounds great!”  Sighed a relieved Ann.

Pete, Luke and Ann spent the next two hours locked in flowing conversation, jokes, stories, nostalgia, junk food, a win for the Dodgers and laughter.  It was food for the soul for all three.  Looking at her watch, Ann regretted that she would have to break the spell and bring them all back to reality.

“Shit Pete, it’s four o’clock, I gotta get back to the barn for feed and medications.”  Then Ann ventured a risky move “Do you want to come with me?”

Pete wasn’t ready for the question and he sucked in his breath, retreated into the couch cushions and seemed suddenly very small and frail.

“Shit honey, I ain’t been to the track in a month of Sundays.  I couldn’t go.  Nah, you go on honey, I’ll keep Luke here with me.”

Ann pushed a little harder “C’mon Pete, I’ll only be there for a couple hours and then we’ll be back.”

Pete looked at his hands, flexed his swollen, arthritic fingers and winced. He wiggled his purple toes in his worn leather slippers. He exhaled loudly and looked Ann directly in the eye “Sweetie, I appreciate the offer.  I really do, but I figure the track is done with me, and so I ought to be done with the track.  You go along, I’m feeling sleepy.  I’ll keep Luke here and we will take a good long nap.”

Ann felt heavy and sad.  The worst part was that she knew it was true.  Racing consumed your life, destroyed your body, paid off sporadically and picked your pocket constantly. The racing game threw out champion horses, talented riders, brilliant trainers or wealthy owners just as quickly and cruelly as it did penniless gamblers, crooked jockeys, junkie grooms and assorted lost souls.  The track never forgave, but it always forgot.  Ann knew that she had spent her whole career working harder, going the extra mile, grinding away to achieve respect in the game and yet she too, would be forgotten in an instant when she could no longer ride.

“Let’s check your blood sugar before I go.”  Ann offered.

“Now pumpkin, you and I both know that I’m off the chart with all the crap we ate today.  Why the hell do you want to rub it in?  I ain’t planning on running a marathon this afternoon, I’m just gonna curl up here with this ol’ hound and sleep it off.”  Pete yawned and rubbed his rheumy eyes and dismissed Ann with a raised eyebrow indicating that the conversation was over and it was time for her to go.

“Are you sure you want me to leave Luke?”  Ann asked.

“Yup.  He’s a lot better company than you or this damn TV – ya see, he knows when to shut up.”  Pete winked and smiled as he pulled the old quilt over his shoulders and settled down into the couch.  Luke jumped up and curled behind Pete’s knees.  Ann walked over and patted Luke on the head and then quickly kissed Pete on the forehead.  “Don’t go smoochin’ on an old man little pretty” Pete mumbled with his eyes closed “You just might get more than you bargained for.”

Both Pete and Luke were snoring as Ann grabbed her keys and headed to her car.

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