“About twenty years after the war ended, when at least some of the neighbors had rebuilt a semblance of normal life, he invited them to join him for some sporting diversion. Most folks around these parts kept a few hunting hounds. They’d all bring their hounds to a meeting location, most frequently the front lawn of Montfair, put them together into one pack, and go off in pursuit of foxes for a few hours. Thus the Montfair Hunt was born.”
Janey rose and surveyed the room. He could see her writer’s eye taking in the details that painted a picture of the room’s occupant. It was clearly a man-cave—dark, dusty, and cluttered. The heavy mahogany desk predated Thaddeus the First, as did many of the other furnishings. The stone hearth dominated the room. The rough-hewn mantelpiece held an eclect
