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efforts to make a jest. She tensed as the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly rose. It was not something that happened to her often, but she recognized the sign of something about to happen, something wrong.
    â€œMove quickly,” she said. “I have a bad feeling.”
    â€œBloody hell,” muttered Peter. “It cannot be those bastards returning to pound on this poor sod again. You said they wanted him alive. By the look of him, he would not be if they beat him again so soon.”
    The sound of approaching horses was easy to hear by the time her cousins got Sir Argus to the top of the slope. Lorelei knew Sir Argus heard it as well. He revealed a brief surge of strength, moving on his feet more steadily. It helped her cousins get him to the horses and slung up into a saddle with a greater ease.
    Despite that burst of speed the riders were in view by the time Lorelei extinguished the lantern. Moonlight replaced its glow and Lorelei knew she could easily be seen. She darted into the shadows of the trees, her heart pounding in fear. The lead rider had looked her way. She doubted he had seen her clearly, but it could mean that she and her cousins would be chased. They needed to flee as swiftly and as quietly as possible. She mounted her horse, glanced briefly at Cyrus to be sure he had a firm grip on Sir Argus, and then led their retreat back to Dunn Manor.
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    â€œDid you see that?” Charles squinted up the hill in an attempt to discern some movement.
    â€œSee what?” asked Tucker, idly scratching his wide chest.
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    â€œI thought I saw someone up there.”
    Tucker also squinted as he looked up the hill. “Nothing there. Deer?”
    â€œNo. I thought I saw a woman dressed in male attire.”
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    â€œIf she was dressed as a man, how’d you know it was a woman?”
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    â€œA long braid that shone red in the moonlight and a nicely rounded arse. And what appeared to be a pale shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Odd thing for a man to wear.”
    â€œWant me and Jones to go take a look?”
    Charles shook his head. “It may have been nothing or just some foolish girl slipping home from a tryst with her lover. We do not have the time to go and make certain. We have business to attend to.” Reining in before the house, Charles quickly dismounted. “Tucker, Jones, go drag that fool up into the parlor. The old woman needs room and light to do what she has to do.”
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    As the two men hurried to obey, Charles turned to help the woman from her horse. He fought down his distaste as he hastily set her down on her feet and stepped away from her. Charles was not sure she was the witch she claimed to be, but she was certainly the homeliest, dirtiest woman he had ever seen. In his opinion she was a fraud, just some old crone who knew what herbs did what, but no one had asked his opinion. He waved her ahead of him into the house and then led her into the parlor, trying to stay as far away from her as possible.
    Charles was pulling his flint from his pocket to light a fire when Jones and Tucker stumbled into the room, without the prisoner.
    â€œWhere is Wherlocke?”
    â€œGone,” replied Tucker.
    â€œIt seems I did see someone then,” Charles murmured as he fought the rage surging through his body. “Was the door locked?”
    â€œNay. Door to the cell was unlocked too and someone had unlocked his chains.”
    â€œJust ’cause you done lost the man, best not be trying to cheat me of what I’m due,” said the woman, the wrinkles on her face prominent as she glared at him. “I want what is due me now.”
    â€œAnd so you shall have it.” Charles pulled his pistol from his pocket and shot her right between the eyes.
    â€œBloody hell!” Tucker looked down at the dead woman. “Now we have to get rid of the mess.”
    â€œNo. Leave her where she lies.” Charles started toward