Yes....yes. I can see it now.

Twilight, perhaps the black of night on the backside. The grooms have finished rubbing the runners from the day and the last of the four legged beasts of wind have settled into their stalls for the night. Some of the backside folks have a beer or a soda in their hand and they are passing time and shooting the breeze, maybe admiring with a smile the derriere of a two legged filly. A horse whinnies somewhere within the wooden shedrow and the sound of the horse carries softly to those gathered, like the gentle sound of the sweetest violin in the most expert of hands. All is right in this world and then suddenly a car's headlights pierce the serenity of the evening and the vehicle stops near the top trainer's stalls. A quick walking man moves from the vehicle and is greeted by an employee. He enters the stall with a small bag and reappears outside again after only a few minutes and then he is gone. No one would ever know he was there at all, but for the gathered help and the departing red glow of tail lights from the White Mercedes.