Chapter Nine
The following day was so beautiful, I just had to get out. I could barely get through my morning’s work. The first excuse I could find, I slipped away from the household accounts and ran to my room to change into my riding habit. The weather was fine, the ghost was happy, and there just didn’t seem to be anything wrong in the world. Well, if you didn’t count the fact that I wasn’t in London.
I laughed as I galloped across the fields, scaring the sheep this way and that. The dogs came barking after me, scolding me for disrupting their herds, but the men who were out among them just smiled and waved.
At first, I didn’t have a destination, I was just out riding for the sheer joy of feeling the wind in my hair and the rush of adrenaline through my blood.
But then as I rode ar
