A horse racing mystery a la Dick FrancisFrom the Bluegrass pastures of Kentucky to the big time racetracks the Sport of Kings reigned . Then when greed and avarice raised its ugly head, it ushered in the Sport of Knaves. Some are knaves by nature--Some are knaves by choice--Some are driven to knavery by circumstance.Their belles prettier, their bourbon smoother, their tobacco sharper, and of course their horses faster, so said the planters of western Kentucky who considered themselves the patricians of the South. Long before the glorious antebellum years, the farmers who walked behind the horse-drawn plow discovered that the horses grazed on the rolling green hills grew stronger and fared better. They learned later it was due to the high level of calcium in the ground making stronger bones. Hard work and good stewardship brought affluence, and slaves took over the plow handles and the fertile soil produced. Prosperity grew so grew opulence. time expanded and utility gave way to sport. Thus, the draft horses and mules moved over to make room for the sleek thoroughbreds. As the sport grew, avarice reared its ugly head tainting the Sport of Kings ushering in the Sport of Knaves.
