Chapter Four
At dawn there was an uproar of commotion enough to wake the dead—the sound of someone hollering wildly coming from the direction of the stables.
Samuel and Amelia had just come down for breakfast and they both moved quickly to the porch, seeing the amazing sight of Lottie Desmond in riding clothes, straddling Sunny, Christian’s pinto, bareback. Hooting and howling loudly like she was drunk, she raced about the paddock, rode out into the near pasture, clutching Sunny’s mane and smiling with a savagely exhilarating grin.
“Good lord, what is she doing, and where did she get those clothes?” Samuel declared.
“I haven’t a clue,” the dazed Amelia replied.
“I daresay she’s a better horsewoman than you, my dear.” There was a curious affection in his eyes, while he maintained a pos
