Chapter 4

As we entered the barn, I could tell that Carl was overcome with curiosity over what was going on with his dad. “Carl, what your dad and Suzy are doing is as old as horses themselves. Horse trading isn’t really an addiction, but it is definitely addicting. It’s like gambling. And people pride themselves on their skills. Right now, your dad is having the time of his life, and so is Suzy. We would be in the way if we stuck around.”

I could see that my explanation was only partially accepted. “Talk to your dad about it later. If you’re lucky, he might start teaching you how to trade. It’ll be to your benefit. Now, tell me about these ‘quads’”

The barn was clean and well laid out. A concrete pad had been poured and covered the floor. To the right was a group of horse stalls. Only 2 of which were occupied. Carl confirmed that it was a make-do vet infirmary. And that the two horses had some colic issues. On the left side was a motor pool set up, including a lift and what looked like a complete machine shop. Parked in one of the stalls was the dune buggy that Carl had been driving yesterday. In the stall next to it were two miniature versions. Single-seat go-cart type machines.