Equally notorious for his extraordinary exploits as for being seldom victorious in his gambling transactions, Squire George Osbaldeston is the sporting superstar of the day.
Inheriting a great fortune he gallops hell-for-leather through life but possesses not the sagacity to navigate safely around his troubles.
A fearsome opponent in the saddle he is an enthusiastic exponent of the duelling pistol and crosses bats and oars with the aristocratic elite.
Unable to decline any dare, nor the fair sex, he falls prey to rogues and the villainous betting men of the Turf.
Can he pull up in time to save himself from ruination, or a fate far worse?
They say you can't forget a good man on a good horse and Osbaldeston's memory lives on. He became the brand image for Squires Gin and championship racehorses still bear his name.
'He might have spent his time and certainly his money better. But he had one great quality. The bruisers of his youth would have called it "bottom"; today we call it pluck.' The Times