Old Gus_(4)
‘Up there,’ and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first floor, ‘are the viewing rooms.’ He smiled at the young woman’s frown. ‘They’re one-way glass,’ he said. ‘Not mirrors.’ They were standing in a large arena; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the best thoroughbreds in the world came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the city for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in meetings most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He’d known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take good care of the girl; show her everything worth seeing on the …