CHAPTER 12
“You’ll do,” George said. Benitoe looked down at himself uncertainly in the mid-morning sun. They waited with their backpacks in front of the kennel gates.
Ives had already made his farewells to Benitoe and gone back inside to start his daily work with the hounds. Broch was due to pick them up as soon as his early-morning delivery from Edgewood was completed.
Benitoe seemed very different to George’s eye, dressed in light summer khaki slacks and a red polo shirt. He’d originally planned to have Benitoe pose as an older human child, to handle the size issue, but he’d reconsidered once he’d seen him in these clothes.
“You know, I think we should present you as a jockey, not a youngster, if it comes up. They’re often pretty small—less weight for the horse, you understand.” He w
