Nowhere Else to Be

               Inside the grandstand was a crowd of men who had nowhere else to be in the middle of  a weekday afternoon. They lined up nine and ten deep at the twelve brass-barred windows where tellers took the money eagerly pushed through the bars and handed back slips of paper. Drifts of spent papers littered the floor, kicked and crumpled underfoot, ignored. There were large windows looking down into the horses' stables so you could get a good look at the contenders.

Ariel S. Winter
Falling Star
from
Twenty-Year Death
2012

Published by Hard Case Crime Books