"That's John Parisella," he said. "Nice young boy, young trainer. He's got a horse named Here Comes Trouble going against Gleaming Light this afternoon. Reason I said to him about the clams, one of his owners is in the clam business."
Parisella cupped his hands and called: "You got my training license he don't win." Campo waved and trudged on.
"Only way that horse beats Gleaming Light is if Gleaming Light falls down," he said.
Campo walked into his barn and started down the long line of stalls. A horse being let out to gallop shied and he said to the girl who was leading him, "Stand in front, where he can see you. Don't get off to the side." She nodded and moved in front of the horse.
"That's Boone the Great," Campo said, patting the horse on the neck. "No breeding. He's a freak. Good runner with no breeding. He's a kind of spooky horse. That's why I got a girl rubbing him. They're gentler than the men and some horses need that kind of gentling. You got to treat a horse like a woman sometimes and a woman knows how to do that." Campo has 11 girls among his three dozen employees.
He walked out of the barn into a clear area, where a husky young man stood beside a black Jaguar XKE waiting for him.
"This is Anthony Amato," Campo said, grinning. "My blacksmith."
"Tony," the young man said. "Call me Tony."
"He's a hell of a blacksmith," Campo said. "So is his dad."
A groom led a horse out of the barn and turned it so that the morning sun would be on his right front hoof when it was picked up and held between Tony's knees, preparatory to shoeing.