Chapter 19When the carriage slowed, Patrick leaned out of the window to see they’d reached the track leading to a good-sized farmhouse.
“Shall I continue?” Jim asked, and Patrick nodded.
“Yes. I’d like to keep the carriage close by. Just in case.” Patrick sat back as Jim nodded, then urged the horse on. A couple of dogs ran at them, barking, but when Emrys leaned out of the window they whined and wagged their tails.
“Good boys,” Emrys praised them with a wide smile. “We mean no harm.”
At the initial commotion, a man came to stand at the farmhouse doorway, shielding his eyes as he stared at them. An unexpected shiver ran through Patrick at the sight of him, and he peered at the stranger with more than professional interest.
Dark of hair and eye, the man was solidly built as he’d expect
