“There was no one there, my lord,” Ferrell's voice shrilled out, shattering the moment. “We found ashes from someone smoking and some trampled leaves—not to mention quite a pile of rocks—but no person.”
Daisy sagged in disappointment, a litany of swearwords running through her mind as Colin straightened and his arms fell away from her body.
“We'll have to set a watch on the animals,” he said gruffly, “and tell your wives and children to keep out of the woods until we find out what's going on.”
“Yes, my lord,” the men said in unison.
“Ferrell, spread the word, won't you? Bullock, watch the pasture. I need to take my wife to town.”
The men nodded.
“How long do you need to pack?” Colin asked. “I mean, we only just had this conversation. You can't possibly be ready.”
“I'm not,” she said
