Moonlight Rider by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

Author:Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action and adventure, difficult decisions shape his future, he does not feel worthy of love, he has suffered great loss and tragedy, he is noble and kind, he keeps his heart protected while looking for ways to keep the people he loves safe, he tries to find ways to get out of marrying the woman he loves, highway man known as the gypsy robs from the rich to give to the poor and needy much like robin hood, historical romance set in a mystical realm, she sees him for who he is and loves him
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Chapter Nine

“Something is gods-be-damned wrong at that inn,” Danny told Jack when he found him at the inn in Belvedere Glenn.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

Outside it was raining so hard he could not see out the window. The gusty wind was howling like a banshee around the eaves as Danny began telling him what had transpired at the Hound and Stag.

“I recognized him as soon as I entered the room,” Danny said.

“Who?”

“That cocksucker Royce Penry,” Danny said with a sneer. “Pretending he was the landlord. Even if I hadn’t known who he was, I’d have known he wasn’t a publican. His hands are lily-white and his speech far more refined than any tavern keeper I’ve ever met. Not to mention he kept turning his eyes up to the ceiling like he expected someone to come running down the stairs.”

“You think Declan is there?”

“No,” Danny replied. “I sensed more men lurking about though I didn’t see them. I wanted to go into the stable, but had no good reason to do so. I think I saw a man with a musket jump back when I looked that way. I believe Penry has set a trap for our friend.”

“One he’ll be riding right into,” Jack said. He pushed up from the table. “We need to get there to stop him.”

* * * * *

The deluge had soaked him to the skin. Wet velvet—clammy and cold wet velvet—was not pleasant sticking to the flesh of his arms. He wished he had his own saddlebags for at least there was an oilskin in them.

Rain ran down the back of his collar and he shivered. The only time he’d been more miserable had been in the prison at Gilhaven. He nudged Spirit under a tree to block some of the rain. Sitting there atop the beast he was more than a little apprehensive. He had lost his trackers but he feared there would be more lurking about the hills around Wixenstead.

Though there was forest around him, there were no abandoned cabins, no caves, nowhere for him to get in out of the downpour. Nowhere to hide. The sun was almost below the horizon and he was still miles from the Hound and Stag. He knew Bess would be worried about him for he was over twelve hours late in returning to her. Jack would be worried, as well, for he should have been back to Arlington by now to fetch Warlock.

With every breath he took he cursed Royce Penry. He’d never had the urge to commit murder, but for Penry he could make an exception. The man had been the bane of his existence in Diabolusia and was even more of a problem now. Penry wanted to catch him as badly as he wanted Penry to fail.

At anything and everything the gods-be-damned bastard did.

But especially at catching the Gypsy.

* * * * *

Lightning was cracking almost continuously above the inn. The fiery stitching seemed to be getting closer and closer to the stable. Jonas and Belk had been forced to shut the window for the rain was streaming in, blinding them.

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