Chapter Thirteen
“I didn’t abandon my estate. It’s tended to much better than my father ever did. Some of the land is being farmed, some of it is open fields for sheep, and I don’t have to think about any of it because it’s not my problem any longer.”
At Wickford’s look of wonder, he added, “I’ve got no aptitude for farming, Powell, never have.” Sadly, he took after his father in that way. His grandfather too, although he’d been clever enough to have an estate manager. His father had gotten rid of the man because of the expense, and then watched as his income fell, all the while preaching to Jamie the importance of family, continuity, and heritage. Now as an adult, it simply made no sense. He wondered how much of it was the liquor his father had imbibed in great quantities and how much w
