When he left the inn, Toby set off for the woods on the outskirts of the town. The land still belonged to the Viscount, but the old laird had always turned a blind eye to his own tenants carrying out a little poaching, so long as they did not try and take advantage of his good nature.
So far as Toby was concerned, the deal would continue with the new laird, even if they had not officially discussed the matter.
The laird would have plenty to occupy his time now that he had returned to take up his father’s old office and the last thing on his mind would be a couple of stray rabbits.
The sun had long since sunk below the horizon and the autumn wind was picking up. Toby buttoned up his coat and turned his collar up to protect his neck. The walk to the right side of the woods where he laid h
