perhaps, but also less chance of getting caught. And the mines provide a steady stream of cash and goods being transported.”
“One might almost think that you have a personal vendetta against the Earl of Exmoor.”
“I? How could anyone carry a grudge against such a pleasant man as the Earl of Exmoor? So kind to his workers, so understanding with his tenants.”
“I realize that he is an easy target. It is difficult to feel sympathy for the usurer when he is robbed, too. Still, it is theft, pure and simple. And when you are caught, you will hang just as readily as if you had stolen from a saint. Nor, I think, will you be quite such a hero to the local inhabitants when some of their own men are hanged with you.”
“Ah, but that makes the assumption that we shall be caught. I do not intend for that to happen.”
“I am sure few criminals do,” Nicola retorted. “But they are nabbed, anyway. You will be, too.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“How can you be so full of yourself as to think anything else? You delight in tweaking Richard’s nose. You think he will not come after you? He is a very powerful and wealthy man.”
“Let him come after me,” her companion said, his voice rich with satisfaction. “I would delight in meeting him.”
“You think he will come after you personally? Don’t be absurd. Men like Richard hire other men to do their dirty work. It is they who will hunt you and your men down like dogs. But he has hired them. He doesn’t mind the cost. You have insulted him, practically dared him to stop you. It is infuriating enough to him that you have been stealing his money. Last night, when you stopped his own carriage, it was like rubbing his nose in it. He won’t rest until you are swinging from a gibbet. He has already hired a Bow Street Runner.”
“Has he indeed?” His voice was thoughtful.
“Yes. I met him this morning. His name is Stone, and he looks to be a man to live up to his name.”
“Well. That makes the game more interesting. Still, I think I can hold my own against a Bow Street Runner.”
“Don’t you understand? Richard will not stop. Maybe you can handle this Runner—elude him, kill him, whatever you plan to do. But it will not end with Stone. If he fails, Richard will hire more. He will put out rewards for your capture. Someone, sometime, will betray you for the money, no matter how highly the people around here regard you. He will put guards on his wagons.”
“He already has.” The highwayman’s teeth flashed whitely in the dark. “Yet still I have come away with the strongboxes.”
“Then he will hire more—and ones who are not terribly concerned about killing a man over a strongbox. Why won’t you see? Richard Montford is not a man to cross! He is willing to do anything to protect his possessions.”
“I am sure he is. No doubt you are one of his prize possessions.”
“I?” Nicola swiveled sharply to glare at him. “How dare you! I am no man’s possession.”
“No? I dare swear your husband would look at it differently.”
“He would not,” Nicola retorted sharply. “If he did, he would not be my husband, I can assure you.”
“I would not have thought the sort of man you would marry would be so…advanced in his views.”
“The sort of man I would marry? How would you know anything about the sort of man I would marry? You don’t know me at all.”
“I know you are the sister of the Countess of Exmoor,” he replied. “The cousin of Lord Buckminster. A woman firmly entrenched in the aristocracy. A woman of name and beauty…therefore one who doubtless made an excellent marriage. I had thought you were the Countess of Exmoor.”
“I? Married to Richard? Hardly. That is my sister.”
“So my men told me. But I would assume that you made an equally advantageous marriage—even better. Perhaps a duke? Have I erred in calling you ‘my lady’? Should it have been ‘your grace’?”
“Neither.” Nicola bit off the
“One might almost think that you have a personal vendetta against the Earl of Exmoor.”
“I? How could anyone carry a grudge against such a pleasant man as the Earl of Exmoor? So kind to his workers, so understanding with his tenants.”
“I realize that he is an easy target. It is difficult to feel sympathy for the usurer when he is robbed, too. Still, it is theft, pure and simple. And when you are caught, you will hang just as readily as if you had stolen from a saint. Nor, I think, will you be quite such a hero to the local inhabitants when some of their own men are hanged with you.”
“Ah, but that makes the assumption that we shall be caught. I do not intend for that to happen.”
“I am sure few criminals do,” Nicola retorted. “But they are nabbed, anyway. You will be, too.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“How can you be so full of yourself as to think anything else? You delight in tweaking Richard’s nose. You think he will not come after you? He is a very powerful and wealthy man.”
“Let him come after me,” her companion said, his voice rich with satisfaction. “I would delight in meeting him.”
“You think he will come after you personally? Don’t be absurd. Men like Richard hire other men to do their dirty work. It is they who will hunt you and your men down like dogs. But he has hired them. He doesn’t mind the cost. You have insulted him, practically dared him to stop you. It is infuriating enough to him that you have been stealing his money. Last night, when you stopped his own carriage, it was like rubbing his nose in it. He won’t rest until you are swinging from a gibbet. He has already hired a Bow Street Runner.”
“Has he indeed?” His voice was thoughtful.
“Yes. I met him this morning. His name is Stone, and he looks to be a man to live up to his name.”
“Well. That makes the game more interesting. Still, I think I can hold my own against a Bow Street Runner.”
“Don’t you understand? Richard will not stop. Maybe you can handle this Runner—elude him, kill him, whatever you plan to do. But it will not end with Stone. If he fails, Richard will hire more. He will put out rewards for your capture. Someone, sometime, will betray you for the money, no matter how highly the people around here regard you. He will put guards on his wagons.”
“He already has.” The highwayman’s teeth flashed whitely in the dark. “Yet still I have come away with the strongboxes.”
“Then he will hire more—and ones who are not terribly concerned about killing a man over a strongbox. Why won’t you see? Richard Montford is not a man to cross! He is willing to do anything to protect his possessions.”
“I am sure he is. No doubt you are one of his prize possessions.”
“I?” Nicola swiveled sharply to glare at him. “How dare you! I am no man’s possession.”
“No? I dare swear your husband would look at it differently.”
“He would not,” Nicola retorted sharply. “If he did, he would not be my husband, I can assure you.”
“I would not have thought the sort of man you would marry would be so…advanced in his views.”
“The sort of man I would marry? How would you know anything about the sort of man I would marry? You don’t know me at all.”
“I know you are the sister of the Countess of Exmoor,” he replied. “The cousin of Lord Buckminster. A woman firmly entrenched in the aristocracy. A woman of name and beauty…therefore one who doubtless made an excellent marriage. I had thought you were the Countess of Exmoor.”
“I? Married to Richard? Hardly. That is my sister.”
“So my men told me. But I would assume that you made an equally advantageous marriage—even better. Perhaps a duke? Have I erred in calling you ‘my lady’? Should it have been ‘your grace’?”
“Neither.” Nicola bit off the
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