She took a deep breath and smoothed a clammy hand over her skirt. "I don't know. One minute I was someplace else, the next I'm laying in your field." His expression hardened. She could cut a lemon with his cheekbones. She should. Then she could squeeze the juice right into those damn penetrating eyes.
"Miss Edwards, I am in no mood for tale-telling. I want the truth. Many of my sheep have gone missing, and you were in the very field from which they'd been taken. Please explain." Pausing, he searched her face. "If you're innocent, you should convince me you aren't involved in the crime. Otherwise, you will be detained until you give up the real culprit, or confess. This time, however, your cell won't be quite so comfortable."
Swallowing a bitter comment, she leaned forward, gripping the
