Get All The Money

Get All The MoneyLocked into the darkness of an endless starting gate, the rider saw field lamps burning in a mist, bordering a straightaway rains had left so wet that every lamp looked tethered.Yet heard no horses restive in their stalls nor starters' warning cries. No gate had ever been this dark nor any crowd this still. As the flag went up, his horse came asweat: It feared the restless shadows those flickering field lamps cast. Scratch the whole field, he tried to cry out, as every gate swun...