Chapter Four
FAREWELL OLD GHOSTS
It takes one door to close for another to open
White Rose Plantation had successfully overcome worse tragedies than the escape of Fortune Smith, though none was more stinging emotionally to Harriston Smith. By now he had become obsessed with planning the demise of his powerful blacksmith. But for now it appeared this would not happen. Standing near the main stables with Willis, he let his thoughts on the matter spew forth.
“Damn it, how many have we lost to this running Willis?” spat out a vexed Harriston Smith.
“Just Fortune I think sir,” came back the nervous reply.
Smith’s brows scrunched in vile hatred. “Now how could this have happened? Damn it; I sent the best hunter in the entire south to track that bastard down! And here you tell me I’ve ended
