Henry’s face was a mask of calm. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

The next moment, the bull with the white ring, invigorated as if shot with adrenaline, reared and lunged, its horns piercing its opponent as blood spurted in a gruesome fountain.

Clair’s bull was defeated.

Henry turned to face his adversary, “Clair, you’ve lost. Release him.”

But Clair’s response was a cunning smirk. “Ever heard the one about not trusting a ...