Chapter 38
MILDRED PRESTON DROVE home from Tuesday’s hunt in a state of agitation. She’d been tempted and teased, her body joyfully vibrating to the strain of the huntsman’s horn, the hounds’ melodious cry, the heart-pumping sound of half a hundred hooves pounding over the turf. And then…nothing. All over. Wham, bam, thank-you, ma’am. Ryman and Nardell, Crispie and Patti, and several other couples cleared out as soon as possible. Dashing off to do…what? Bing’s back was still bothering him, enough to prevent him from riding, but he came to the tailgate for some socializing. Marie had returned to Brookside, two hundred miles away. In her absence a gaggle of ladies lingered around Bing looking like they’d have gone home with him in an instant if he’d asked. To hell with husbands, boyfriends,
