At International Amphitheater in the heart of Chicago's stockyards, last week, a scarlet-coated trumpeter tooted his horn. A hush fell over a sellout crowd of 11,000. Fourteen high-stepping horses trotted into the ring, their tails arched high,*their riders sitting with ramrod-straight backs. At stake was the championship for five-gaited horses.
Most eyes fell on a six-year-old chestnut stallion named Wing Commander, the Man o' War of five-gaiters, beaten only once since he was a youngster of three. On Wing Commander's back was a wiry little man named Earl Teater, who had taught him...
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