The Highwayman. Chapter two

Davey sat astride his horse in the trees, fifty paces from the rendezvous spot he had agreed to meet Lady Jane, and slowly shook his head at what he saw. Silhouetted in the moonlight, his new accomplice sat astride her mount. Not the white mare she had been riding on their first encounter, but a black stallion. “My lady has much to learn; if she intends to survive long. Silhouetted as you

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