Chapter 24Spring had come ‘round again, the air warm and balmy and fragrant with the scent of all the newly blossoming flowers. The crops had been planted, and my people all seemed to be in fair health.
From time to time young Burt Johnson would cross my path, grinning cheerfully up at me. He was such a happy lad, much as I had been at his age, and I couldn’t help but grin back at him.
Best of all, Fayerweather Stud was starting to be noticed.
Geo was away—he had some business in the Americas—but this time he’d asked me to come to London to see him off.
“I’ve something for you.” He handed me a catalogue from Tattersall’s. “Earl Malemayns must needs auction off his cattle. I know you’re looking for a stallion for your stud.”
“Yes.” If we could find one carrying the blood of the Godolph
