Another Kidnapping
The morning after the unsuccessful attempt to catch Stickles, Morgan once again made ready to leave the Mede and return home. He had already made a couple of rides between the Mede and Withyford without incident, this would be another he hoped.
In the Manor courtyard, it was almost peaceful except for the rustling branches of the trees that surrounded the place. The wind was blowing enough that the trees swayed with the force of it. He mounted his steed and was about to leave when the sound of a turning latch brought his attention to a door at the side of the house. The figure that appeared before him brought a lump to his throat. Rachael stood motionless, her hands hung at her sides, fists clenched tightly, and a serious expression clouded her beautiful face.
Morgan
