“It’s bad company ye’ve fallen in with, girl . Her father had been the man in charge of the Barony’s horse for almost thirty years, and here were his stockline books to prove it. Sitting around it, their backs propped on the central column, their lumpy legs outstretched, was a ring of red-handed stuffy-guys. ”“And I shall have horses of my own to sit before long,” she said.
”“It would seem so,” Will agreed. “Aye,” Rhea whispered. “Come in! Don’t stand in the hall! Your mother wants to speak to you. She remembered what he had said with a kind of horror: that he would do anything for her but share her with another man.
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