Chapter One

      He stood beneath the gnarled branches of an old gum tree. The late-summer sun baked the normally lush land of Australia’s Upper Hunter Valley, but the heat did not seem to touch him. He stood with uncanny ease despite his size, concealing the intense focus that simmered beneath the surface.

      A mere passerby would never know someone wanted him dead.

      “Came in the mail, just like the first one.”

      With a foot perched on the bottom rail of a freshly painted white fence, Tyler Preston looked from the newsprint his trainer had just handed him to the gorgeous Thoroughbred in the pasture. Lightning Chaser grazed quietly, as he always did, but Tyler knew the horse too well to fall for the illusion. He’d helped deliver the colt one damp spring night three years before. He’d been there when the big mare went into distress. He’d gone down on his knees and helped her through her delivery. He’d been the first to see the foal.

      The first one to…know.

      Even then, in the first minutes following birth, Lightning Chaser had been tall, with the kind of presence a gangly newborn rarely possessed. There in the brightly lit barn, he’d lifted his head and shown off his blaze, and Tyler had rocked back on his haunches and…known.

      This was the horse.

      It was a big dream, an even bigger responsibility to heap on one so young, but big dreams and big responsibilities were something Tyler knew well. He’d been given the dream by his father. He’d blown the responsibility all by himself.

      It was up to him to restore Lochlain Racing to the respectability he’d trashed through one careless mistake.

      And Lightning Chaser was the horse to do it.

      The big bay colt stood benignly in the shadow of that lone tree, ears perked, tail swishing rhythmically. In three years they’d come far. As a two-year-old, Lightning had burned up the track, garnering seven wins to only two losses. He’d come on strong at the prestigious Queensland Stakes, pulling away from the pack and engaging the favorite in a thrilling dash for the finish.

      More Than All That had crossed first.

      Tyler had been disappointed, but had set his sights on the upcoming Outback Classic—until his trainer had walked into his office the following morning. More Than All That had been disqualified. Steroids had been detected in his blood. Lightning Chaser, who’d run a close second, was named the official winner.

      The racing community reeled. Allegations of fraud in the sport, quiet since the mysterious death of another race-horse, resurfaced. Everyone had their own opinion about who’d doped Sam Whittleson’s horse—and why.

      Tyler’s