Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
Page 22
Saturday
morning dawned without fog. A crystal blue sky and a
promising sun painted the bay. It was cool and wouldn't get
much warmer until later on.
"Do you have everything, James?"
"Yes, sir," he said, displaying an envelope and a bottle identical to
the one he had found at the last field trial.
"Then to the hunt, James."
"Yes, sir."
Forty minutes later James turned the Rolls down the lane toward Nick's
estate. He parked next to the transporter, glided out from
behind the steering wheel and opened my door. I emerged from
the Rolls and walked toward the house. James then left to
pick up Lester.
"Hello, Winston!" Nick said. We were now on a first name
basis.
"Good morning, Nick."
His face was puffy with enthusiasm.
"Where's James?" he asked.
"Running some errands. He'll drive to the event later by
himself."
"I hope he gets there on time. I have a feeling Concorde is
going to win today."
"I share that feeling," I said.
He smiled and led me into the Jenning Challenger. The drive
to the field trial site, this time south, near Paso Robles, was
electric. Nick was excited; Concorde was alert and bold.
© 2008 David Biagini