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Richard Proud coveted the golden mare the moment he saw her. He couldn't afford Zara, but he bought her nevertheless, to breed him winners on the racecourse, foals that would restore the fortune of his Yorkshire stud, where he bred and trained racehorses.
Nothing was going to stop hm racing her: personal crises, caused by his reckless wife; a snowstorm which isolated the stud only a few days before the race that was to prove Zara's paces, the accident to her jockey the day before the race was run.