Chapter Three
There was a sharp rap on Samuel’s study door.
“Come in.”
Remington stared up seeing his son enter.
“Ah, Christian.” He raised his eyebrows questioningly. He’d long since given up asking the boy his plans because he knew that his aimless son had none, except wandering the wilds in search of whatever adventures he found appealing at that particular moment. He tolerated his infrequent appearances because Christian was kin and he’d never turn him away.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“I’d like permission to take Lottie to see the new colt.”
“She’s being punished.”
“And she can go back to her room afterwards,” he said. “But just for a while. She’s been jerked about so abruptly in the last few weeks, you and Amelia hell-bent on turning her into a lady, no wonder she resists. Apparently ther
