Still blinded by the sun, he could do nothing to stop the shock of pain and the blackness of unconsciousness slamming into him and sending him pitching forward onto the ground.
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The crack of a rifle shot came a second later. He swiveled in the saddle toward the sound, bringing his hand up as the sun struck the multifaceted panes and reflected right back in his eyes. The noise increased in volume as he made his way along the main façade of the timber-and-stone house toward the stables at the rear.Ī window swung open above him. This might be his home, but it always paid to be careful. He straightened in the saddle and checked that his pistol was primed and ready. The faint sounds of a barking dog reached him from inside the house. The locale was desolate now, and from his observations as he rode north, the population scarce. In truth, it resembled a castle rather than a house, ready to repel marauders with its stone towers and partially filled-in moat. But if his mother’s latest missive was correct, and not merely a ploy to force him home, the current Marquis of Alford was suffering from a mysterious ailment that kept him tied to his bed.įrom what he remembered of the family history drummed into him as a boy, this decaying manor house had once been the seat of his family’s power when trade was with Europe and wool was king. There was no political advantage to be gained here, or anyone to bully. He doubted his father had forsaken his mansion in Mayfair and decided to take up residence in the county of Lincolnshire. The ramshackle house was definitely inhabited. So his source had been correct about one thing. Or in this case-possibly his woman.Īs he turned into the overgrown drive, he noticed smoke belching out of one of the lopsided Elizabethan chimneys. In his profession, once he was on the trail of something, he never gave up until he’d achieved his goal, or caught his man. He wasn’t quite sure why he was here, but the unsigned letter from a well-wisher had sparked his interest. B enedict, Lord Keyes, drew his horse to a halt in front of the dilapidated gates of Alford Park, his ancestral home, and considered his options.