Introduction

When we last left offat enrillington place, bodies are piling up. My bones are being leaned against fences. Can i change my mind and say that i think the husband didn't do it? It's too latewhy you picked your horse and i've got to ride in to the finished line. I don't like i don't wride, wor i don't want to. And it's the tough love of horseback riding. This is exactly ri hallo. Hello, omto my favourite murder. That's georga hartstark. That's carin kilgare. And this is tenfold more wicked thenlinange. We're back