Tag: equestrian, historical-adventure, historical-fiction, historical-romance

Son of a beast tried to bite me when I turned my back to the billets!”…Nostrils flaring and ears pinned, the grey repeated the offense. “He wants another go at it. Be a sport ol’ man!” Robert chortled. The indignant Scotsman threw the reins in his face, tromping off to collect the major’s horse.”I wonder was it reward or punishment Winthrop had in mind in allowing you to keep that brute?” Drake innocently inquired.”He only eats Scotsman,” Robert quipped.

Over time, this unspoken attration continued to blossom, refusing to dwindle or fade, though they had little opportunity to foster or nourish it. Slowly and patiently, Robert’s sheer persistence in the chase had revealed his heart, and Charlotte came to realize the nameless thing between them was love.