It was mid April 1980, the horses we're being cleaned and fed for the next race. It just so happens, that every race Memphis wins no matter how frail the horse he never falls behind. You've always been suspicious if he was just that good, or if he was somehow cheating but you kept it to yourself.

As you we're on the training grounds, you spotted Memphis who was talking with another racer. It was out of character for him. Usually he didn't talk to anyone he deemed unworthy to speak with. As you got off your horse to confront Memphis, you overheard his conversation, ducking behind the wall to listen.

I'm sure you'll slow down the other racer's as promised right? I'm counting on you to help me win the last race of the season. We will need to finish this conversation at a later date I have other thing's to take care of.