It’s 4am Danny stands at the feed room door trying his key in the old worn lock, so worn that the key wasn’t really necessary. A good hard pull will open it just the same.
This is how every day of Danny’s life begins. Every day that is except Labor Day. Before he starts working for anyone he makes sure they understand, “I’ll work every day except Labor Day. I needs my holiday.”
Danny has never explained why Labor Day was “his” holiday. It seemed little reward for all the long hard hours he spends at the barn.
Danny loves his work. He loves to “rub” a horse. To see the results of all his hard work in the winners circle. His ability is well known and any trainer is fortunate to have him working for them. Danny is good at hustling too, standing around the receiving barn waiting for an owner to check on his horse. He has this way of looking at people, all-pitiful, with his belly sticking out under a worn white tee shirt, paints pockets pulled out all full of holes.
“Ain’t doing no good, boss.” That line, along with his downtrodden look always get him at least a couple of dollars.