Chapter 2

“Probably the usual six will do. Now, Dr. Ripley will do her regular press conference speech, then Mr. Lettig will probably say a couple words, then we’ll get them through the barns and back out to the ring for the demo. We’re talking nearly sixty people with the press and all, so everyone be on your toes. Be polite. And they’re not supposed to take your picture without permission, so watch for that. Anyone want a schedule?” I held up the paper Dr. Ripley had sent me. None of them nodded their heads. Most of them can’t much read.

“The caterer should be here by eight to start setting up his tent and whatnot. We’ll get to eat afterthe press conference group leaves. Probably two o’clock or so.” Their faces brightened.

“What’s the caterer bringing?” A voice from the back.

“Who gives a shit?” Petey asked.