Dueling with the Duke by Hanna Hamilton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Hanna Hamilton
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The Marvels of The Moors
The English Countryside, 1799
Bridget Ramsburry, the daughter of the Earl of Lincoln, rode her
horse across the beautiful moors. There was an open landscape as
far as the eye could see: rolling hills, thick patches of heather, the
occasional tree dotting the landscape, and dew-stained green grass.
Covering it all was a two-foot layer of mist, undulating across the moors
like a great grey sea. A sea that Bridget navigated on her majestic horse, its
dark brown coat in stark contrast to the pale landscape and weather.
Bridget was naturally athletic and stood a little, not sitting on the saddle,
pushing her horse faster and faster. Her long, blond hair, which was not
covered by a thick leather riding cap, fluttered in the breeze created by the
speed of her horse. She was a vision of grace and strength, with her long,
flowing hair the color of golden wheat, her emerald-green eyes sparkling
with determination, and her tall, lithe figure commanding attention.
She was free. It was the only place she could go to get away from her
troubles. When she was out there, come rain or shine, her soul was
cleansed.
Bridget looked up at the sky, seeing the outline of the sun behind the thick
clouds. Rain was coming, but not for a while. She was not late yet, but with
the time it would take to get back, she might be. If she rode hastily, she
could make it.
Bridget turned her horse to begin her return to Ramsburry Manor when she
spotted someone else on the moors.
She might not have been intrigued if it were a group of riders, but a solitary
rider like her piqued her interest. She did not spur her horse just yet,
watching the gentleman ride at speed. It was impressive how fast he was
able to push his horse, streaking toward her.
Not quite toward her. He was set to pass her by at some distance but
diverted his course and slowed on approach. Bridget might have been afraid
to be approached by a man alone on the moors, but she had respect for
anyone who rode alone. Besides, she could tell by the way he treated his
horse that he was no threat to her.
The man came at pace, only slowing when he was very close, and even
then, he had to turn his horse at the last moment and circle her a couple of
times before he was able to calm the animal.
“Good day,” he greeted, touching a finger to his riding cap.
“Good day,” Bridget replied.
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