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Being a clinical physiotherapist, Peter advanced to become an Assistant Professor of Physiotherapy in a university setting and a lecturer in his advancing years.
Peter has dabbled in amateur theatre and writing, fulfilling a need to be self expressive.
What trickled through life and flowed with passion was an interest in harness racing. Minor bets only teased the pleasure of watching a race to the finish line.
Owning harness horses was a way to be closer to the fascinating world of harness racing.
After writing an essay about an innocent better, and how a person might be drawn inadvertently into a fixed race, this novel, ‘Arrow Boy’ became a fictional story about a horse, love and the characters involved in harness racing.
Fiction, Mystery, Adventure, General
188 pg. (5 ½ X 8 ½ ) $19.95 (SALE $1.00)
I thought Arrow Boy would fade. He did not. I thought the 2 horse would fade. It did not. Throughout the home stretch they battled. No other horse could catch them. Deadlocked they crossed the finish line. A photo finish! Time for the race, 2.02.1. The crowd sagged into exhausted mumbling. “The five horse got it.” “No way, the two horse came back.” “Dead heat.” “Five by a whisker.” “Number 2 for sure.” “No way!” The numbers flashed on the odds board, 5 and 2. The inside horse had won it. The outside horse a scant nose behind. Arrow Boy had done it.
Shaking like a leaf I joined George in the grandstand. Arrow Boy, chest heaving, headed towards the winner’s circle.
“What’s the matter, Professor?”
“I just made a big bet.”
“Oh yeah! How much? Ten bucks?” I did not reply. I just shook my head. “How much then? Twenty?”
“A hundred and fifty!” I croaked.
“You lost a hundred and fifty on one race! That’s not like you, Professor.”
My wits began to return. “I made a mistake. I was at the wrong window. But I didn’t lose, George. I won! I won!”
“You really did bet on the 5 horse?” exclaimed George, almost excited as I was.
“Fifty bucks on the nose and fifty bucks on the five and two exactor both ways.”
George took a quick look at the odds board. “The five is ten to one. That’s five hundred bucks. The exactor will pay at least a hundred, maybe more with the short priced favourite out of it. Heck, Professor, you’ll clear three thousand dollars at least.”
“Would you put your name and address on this form, please,” said the male cashier. He placed a yellow form and a pen in front of me.
“It’s just a formality when a large amount of money is won.”
A great insight to harness racing and the little bets that people make. Even if it is a little bet, problems can occur.
Harness racing, betting, mystery, love, the story of an average man experiencing it all, a great little story.