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Chapter One
Spring, Western England, 1791
“Sir Bened Vaughn.” Bened grinned, savoring the sound of the words. “May I assist you, Sir Bened? Would you like some wine, Sir Bened?” He laughed softly. “That will never grow old.”
Bened rode deeper into the woods, deciding to take the shortest route to the village where he planned to rest for the night. If he had known that all he had to do was take a bullet for some spoiled, inept heir to a title to get his own honors, he would have been leaping in front of the fools years ago. Even the few times he had been hired to watch over some young gentry man, he had never considered the possibility that he could end up with more than just a very decent wage for the work. Then again, the previous gentry lads he had watched over had not been as dim-witted or reckless as this last one. Young Lord Percival Dunstan, an earl’s only heir, should never be allowed to leave his ancestral lands again.
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