Augusta finished grooming the stallion, more than a little amazed that the powerful animal stood so docilely while she worked. The repetitive motions soothed a little of her anger and gave her a chance to catch her breath, away from the too-keen eyes of Lord Bruxton. Finally, though, the work was done and it was time to face him again.

"Let us get you inside, my lord." She hung the curry comb on its peg and dusted off her hands. "We may yet be able to dine before the sun ...