Not a day goes by I don’t think of her. I believe it would be hard for anyone to forget a woman like Tetch. Even in the dark I can still see her piercing blue eyes and full sensual lips, her smile, and her long wavy snow-white hair pulled back off her face. She’s tall and leggy with a seductive curve to her spine and a sway to the way she walks, noticed mostly from behind. Her one shoulder is slightly higher than the other. Some would say it’s from carrying the weight of the world all those years. More than likely it was from hauling one too many buckets of water. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day she left either. She never even looked back. Trouble had a way of following her.

When a valuable Thoroughbred racehorse is stolen from the breeding shed one stormy night, Tetch becomes the prime suspect in this infamous and mysterious theft. Though she is known far and wide as a renowned empath, even those who support Tetch begin to wonder. Why won’t she defend herself? Why would she rather go to jail than tell the truth? And ultimately, where is Quantro?

“Horse lovers and animal activists unite to root for Tetch all the way!”

“Heartwarming and real.”

“Wow! What a story!”