Edward Pontacoloni

There is a sprite in our story, a blue butterfly pooka from the once, long ago forests of Ireland. And, there is the Irish Tom Quinn, an old field trialer, who would pin his dream of a national championship upon the likes of sprites and leprechauns. There is the teenaged Michael, a novice who, with Tom's niece Amy, shares Tom's dreams in a sport where the competition can be conspiratorial and snarling. And, then, there is Rooster, the flop eared,...