Page 36 of The Duke's Lesson in Love

Gill groaned.

“Can you handle my pitchfork, lad?” When Edwin ran to pick it up, Mr. Porter said, “drag it by da handle, don’t want you tripping over da pointy bits.”

Gill grunted in agreement as they started towards the cottage.

“Did you happen to see a face, Your Grace?”

“No.”

“I’m guessing they took off when you fell like a helpless babe. A blessing if you ask me.”

How was his getting shot a blessing?They were almost at the cottage and Gill did not have the strength to argue with his logic.

“Think on it, Your Grace. They will make their next move now that you are presumed dead.”

He snorted. “You are very calculating, Mr. Porter.” But the man had a point. This would allow him to lay his own trap.

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