He had mud spatters up to his knees, and he even felt a crusty line of mud on his
cheek when he moved to rub some heat back into his face. Truth be
told, Oliver probably would have shut the door in anyone's face who appeared at
his home looking as he did. He shook his head in dismay. How had he
been reduced to this?
The front door opened once more, and the butler motioned him inside. He took
Oliver's coat, and, when Oliver moved to follow him down the hallway,
they both noticed the clumps of mud that were falling from his boots. With a
frustrated sigh, Oliver sat down and tugged the Hessians from his feet. Hell,
he'd walk in his bare feet if he had to. He'd never professed to be a gentleman.
"Satisfied?" he grunted.
"Quite," was the man's only response.
With a short growl that
