ThreeWHEN JULIE CAME TO, she was laying down in sand. She brought an arm across her eyes to shield the sun. When did she put on gloves and what was this white linen she was wearing? It wasn't the simple blouse she'd put on to see Horace...
She sat up. That was no blouse, it was a full gown with what felt like pearls sewn into it around the neck. And there was a wide hat with a silken strap nearby.
As the sound of the booming surf reached her ears, she looked around. A toothy series of rocks were being washed by a restless sea. To her right, a craggy point reached up and posed a brownish silhouette against a crystal blue sky.
Turning her head, she saw a great bay horse munching grass just inland of where the beach ended. As she struggled to her feet with the folds of long dress making he
