Chapter Eight

My aunt May had a really cozy apartment in Las Vegas. Ever since she was a child, mother told me, she had always wanted to race horses. She would race around the park like a cowboy, and wield a sword like a knight. Her dream had reached it’s height when she married Grey Maddox, a poor carpenter of horse furniture and a lover of horses.

No one in her family knew why May preferred poor Maddox to the rich landowner, Mr. Gregson Grace. This man Gregson was a man of many words but few actions. He promised the lady that he would use his influence to get her into the Olympics as a horse racer, but it was so stupid to trust the words of a man who hardly cared about anything but himself. Hardly could Gregson believe that May could dump him.

Enraged at being fooled by May and abandoned for a peasant despite his offers, and fearing that his reputation in the society would go down when all learnt about how May had dumped him, Gregson quickly and quietly unbarred his fangs like the one of an enrag