Chapter 32
THE “OFFICE” IN Ryman’s cottage consisted of a room barely larger than a closet. Nardell arrived home Wednesday afternoon from a day of massage therapy appointments to find Ryman hunched over the computer. Every surface in the tiny space was covered with open books and pages of notepaper.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
“Our Holy Scriptures, the assembled work of foxhunting’s theologicals.”
“Theologians?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Where you’d get all this stuff?”
“From my father’s library. The old man collected every book he could find about the sport, from the classics to the latest works. It’s all right here, everything we need to spread the word. Saint Hubert has provided.”
“Indeed he has.” Nardell picked up Songs of Foxhunting and began flipping through the pages. “Wow, look at a
