Chapter 87

Not for the first time since climbing into the hired coach, Chance wished he’d brought a pistol—wished he hada pistol. He should have purchased one the moment he began spending time in Morleigh’s company. It would have been reassuring, even if he’d never actually fired one. He was, after all, a good shot when hunting with his father’s rifle.

Chance had been caught off-guard tonight. He hadn’t expected to find out about Leander’s whereabouts so suddenly, which, considering that getting Morleigh to lead him to Leander had always been his aim, was utter stupidity on his part. He should have been ready for it at any time and have planned for a way to get word to Kit when it finally happened. Instead, here he was being taken to Leander, but no one knew about it, and all he had was the knife in his boot to assure his and his brother’s safety.