Fred W. ("Lucky") Hooper watched' quietly as a high-heeled man from Texas paced the paddock at Florida's Tropical Park one day last winter. "I'll bet twenty-five on the quarter-horse," barked the Texan. A passerby peeled two tens and a five from his roll and offered to take the bet. "Put that chicken feed back in your pocket," roared the Texan. "I mean twenty-five thousand."
Texans are that way about quarter-horses, a cow-pony type bred for a short, dizzy burst of speed. Still, Fred Hooper figured that his thoroughbred, Olympia, could run a faster short...
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