Mara sat with her hands up. A man dressed in black held a revolver on her while another one held a gun on Lord Bradford. Bradford’s horse still neighed loudly and pranced around before Bradford brought him under control. He pulled back on the reins and his horse quieted. “What … Read More
Jake and Jessie sat with their empty plates underneath the canopy. One of the maids stood in front of them and took their plates. She smiled. “Are ye done now, Sir?” She asked in a small high voice with a distinct Scottish accent. “Oh – ah – yes.” Jake handed … Read More
Mara sat next to Jake and Jessie underneath one of the large shady canopies while Brent went back for another round of beers. Mara glanced at Lady Whitworth as she sat between Bradford and Wortherington. None of them were eating. She looked around. In fact, except for her, Jake, Jessie … Read More
Lady Whitworth smiled at Lord Wortherington as their horses slowed near the intersection of two small dirt roads bordered with scrub brush and tall majestic elm and oak trees. The dogs ran out between the horses and rounded the corner to the right, barking and baying. The scent of the … Read More
Jessie smiled. She always did love the wind in her face and the sound of the horse’s hooves clomping in the dirt at a full gallop. Up ahead there was a small section of fence which was only half the height of the rest and painted differently like a gate. … Read More