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It was a dark and stormy night and the look in his eyes harmonized with the cold chill that engrossed my body. At the instant he raised his deep, raspy voice the thunder roared as if it was cheering him on. Although he wasn't a very tall man, that night he towered over me in a statuesque manner. I felt like a mere grain of sand, empty yet so engulfed in the emotions that submerged my emotional ship. There I was drowning in this man's words.

Eventually the storm ceased and I found myself standing in a silent room with the man who 1 ...once tried to kill me. It had been back in '85, when I owned a world-famous Quarter Horse named Ranger's Quest. Ranger had been a barrel horse, a real expert. This man had wanted Ranger, oh yeah. Worth millions, that horse was. Eventually, I had managed to spoil his foul plan but he had killed my husband in the process and now 2 ...it was my turn to put the screws to him. It was clear he wasn't the man he was years ago, he seemed confused and that apparently made him angry. My hatred of this demon made it impossible for me to feel anything feigning human emotion toward him.

At first, he seemed oblivious to my furious scrutiny. He was more intent on waiting out the storm. He was still in the horse trade if he had been invited to this event. Only movers and shakers were included in the industry's biggest private sale of each year.

When his eyes met mine, they locked. I thought for a moment I was trapped in the same stare, the same storm that claimed Jeffrey's life and for all intents and purposes, ended mine. Sure, I had kept breathing and walking and perhaps, I appeared to still be among the living to those around me, but this man, this beast had strangled the life-force from me as surely as he had Jeff. His next victim was to be Ranger's Quest but I happened upon the scene, a moment too late to save my new husband. Seeing the hypodermic needle poised over the thoroughbred's muscular neck, I snapped out of my fear frozen shock and I 3..... called out to Ranger's Quest. Fortunately he had been trained to respond to voice commands, and upon hearing my voice, but unable to get out of his stall, Ranger's Quest began thrashing about, startling his pursuer. Raleigh Forbes dropped the needle and ran from the stall.

When I caught up with him, pool side, he had regained his composure as well as his "innocence". How could I begin to reveal his plan? No one but me was aware of his scheme. I needed to be even more cunning than he, and force him to expose the evil that clouded his mind. 4

That was years ago although in this moment it felt like only a few minutes. The police had refused to believe my claims against this man who bought his way into respectability. He smiled slightly. His bland commentary about the weather had run dry. With a nod in my direction he stepped into the damp courtyard leaving me in blessed solitude. Until today, I had retreated from the world I had loved so long, retiring the horse that Jeff had died protecting. The only thing that had brought me back was the featured sale of the day: Knight's Honor. The colt was a direct descendant of my Quest and his purchase would signify my return to the business. 5.....

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