Even a timid rider like her couldn't wait to get on a horse and go. To explore this place that was like new. Determined, she swallowed and marched into the stables to find young Huck. "I need something that won't run," she explained. "Something short. With tiny little legs."
Huck assured her, "The way things've been around here, that's about all what's left of the Court's horses. Used to have a foin stable, we did. Here's Princess." And he led out a squat mare. Princess looked as if she had ingested some soporific. Perfect.
Once Tori got accustomed to the horse and they ambled out into the pastures, she came to see what Nicole had found so special. And she did get the sense of freedom she'd enjoyed on the island. The wide expanses of land were as splendid as the greenest seas she'd ever swum.
Yes, it was a world away from what she was used to, but it appealed to her in an unexplainable sense. Were her roots drawing her to this place? Some unknown force pulling her to love it, though her every sense told her it was unfamiliar, foreign?
Could she at least try?
Lost in thought, she gave the horse free rein, and they descended the downlands into the village. A picturesque little hamlet in the valley, it consisted of four or five rows of timber-framed cottages amid their own penned-in gardens. Sheep roamed with impunity and trotted after children as they played.
Tori passed the common area, where most of the villagers took their noontime break. As soon as she was spotted, a group of tenants begged her for her time.
After polite small talk, they descended on her. "If'n we don't get some seeds this season, ye can expect nothing from our fields."
"Ol' Mr. Hill broke his arm--he'll not be shearing this year. Who's to replace him?"
"Me boy's stout enough," one woman volunteered.
"Hush up! He's a wee twig still--"
"He's the best we got since all the young bucks went to greener pastures to find work."
Tori had noticed that only women, children, and much older men inhabited the village. So the young men had been forced to leave their families when the work withered away? She sighed, remembering that Huckabee had told her eight of his nine children had gone to work in the cities. She hadn't realized until now that they hadn't had a choice.
While they quibbled, the youngest of the old men introduced himself as Gerald Shepherd and said, "We bred the ewes last fall just as we always done. But who's to be here to help during lambing? And the roof's got to be fixed on the sheep barn. Wool's perishable and can't get damp. Warm and dry it's got to be, for shearing and lambing."
Shepherd grew quiet--she thought because he'd said all on his mind--but he'd only been catching his breath. "And the acres by the creek flooded this fall. What ye got is a marsh out there. That land was where most of our food was grown, since the other fields were taken with sheep."
This alarmed her more than anything. Food was the first priority--anywhere you were. "So if I don't get those acres drained, we'll have no food?"
"That'd be the right of it."
"There's no other land free?"
"Not unless you count the rose gardens," he quipped, and everyone chuckled.
Trying not to look as panicked as she truly was, Tori said, "I will have it figured out tomorrow."
"Time's a-wasting," one of the older men grumbled.
"Time's a-wasting," Tori mimicked when she got back to the house. She tracked down the Huckabees.
"I've decided I want to stay here and try to make the finance payments. So, we've got a lot of work to do," she began, then launched into a litany of the villagers' complaints.
The couple eyed each other uncomfortably, then Huckabee coughed. "To be blunt, there's nothing here to work with. Not unless you can get a loan. And there's simply no collateral left. The creditor was lending the earl money, but now that he's passed away, there'll be no more credit."
"What if I appealed to them?"
"West London Financiers, that's the name of 'em. They're as hard as they come. About a year ago, we wrote, begging for an extension, and the same day they sent a payment due notice upon threat of foreclosure."
Her heart sank.
"Mrs. Huckabee and me, well, we like to work and need to follow it. But like I said, we'll set you up in a nice place in the city somewhere. You could live well, if you were frugal."
Without the land...A bitter taste rose in her mouth. Why was it that when she was just starting to see the possibilities of the place, she saw how impossible it was to hold on to it?
She cleared her throat to ask him when she should expect their departure, but an insistent thought arose. When Tori had first arrived, Mrs. Huckabee had shown her the room upstairs where Tori's father was born. And his father, and his father. And while Tori stood there, she'd had the oddest thought that came from nowhere. My children will be born here.
Brows drawn together, she abruptly asked, "Mr. Huckabee, what if I could get some money to pay the first finance payment?"
He shook his head sadly. "I think it would buy just a little time. Even some of the villagers are already asking me when Sutherland is to take up the place."
"What did you tell them?" Tori demanded.
"The truth. That I didn't know what was happening. But maybe it's for the best. Those Sutherlands got a heap of money."
He began to say more, but Tori cut him off. "Listen to me. He's not taking this place. No one's taking this place!" As soon as she said it, she knew it was true. She would fight.
This was her birthright--her family's memories were woven throughout. She liked the people here. Her best friend was blossoming in this cold land....
"What if I could come up with a larger sum of money? How much would you need to get us over the hump?"
He hesitated, then seemed to be doing calculations in his head. "We'd have to get the wool shipment off to McClure, the wool broker. We'd need a load of cash just to harvest and move it."
Cash. She took a deep breath. "Say I can get some?"
"We'd have to contract a shearing crew." Mr. Huckabee raised his eyebrows. "It might--it might just work. If we come up with some ready money and can get this year's wool shipment off, then we can meet our more pressing loans with West London. We'd be safe for a couple of months, maybe three."
"Can you tally up how much I'd need?"
"Yes, but it's going to be dogged hard to make it all work. Even if you could get the money."
"Huckabee, I'll take care of the money. You just find out how much I need to get."
"Yes, milady!" he vowed before he rushed off to the office, obviously very pleased to have something meaningful to do.
Later, when Tori met Cammy in the study to explain her plan, Cammy said, "Count me in. I can work. But where would you get money from?"
"There's actually some more furnishings left inside--the Huckabees wanted to spare Grandfather the reality of his situation, so his room is virtually unchanged. There are some paintings left." She rose from her grandfather's worn leather chair and walked to a safe, pulling out a box filled with various cases and rolls. "And some of Grandmother's jewels that he couldn't bear to sell." When Cammy joined her, she unrolled the velvet jewelry pouch, displaying glittering stones set amid rare antique settings. "And I have one other possession."
She thought of the ring stowed in a drawer in her room.
Cammy gasped. "You can't," she sputtered. "Surely you wouldn't."
"I wouldn't what? Do what absolutely has to be done? If that ring had meant food for us in one of the first days, would you have sacrificed it?"
After several seconds, Cammy nodded. "But this isn't the same."
"It is!" Tori insisted.
"You could write Sutherland. He wouldn't want this to happen to you."
"Then why isn't he here, making sure we are well? Because he doesn't care. The only way he'll come back here is to claim the Court. You know how much he wanted it. Why would he give it away just when it was in his grasp?"
"Maybe he did it because he loves you."
r /> She folded the jewelry in its pouch. "He very succinctly told me he didn't the last time I saw him, but he did tell me it was over and that there would be no second chances."
"His family?"
"Would help us, I've no doubt. But they'd inform Grant. I don't want him back here until I can get my resources together to put up a good fight. There was a signed contract, Cammy."
"Well, we just haven't thought hard enough about it then. There's got to be a way for you to live without this place--"
"London frightened me, but I was able to tolerate it because I knew I would be leaving soon. The idea of being stuck in a city, even one a third of the size of London..." Tori shuddered. "I have to make this work. My back's against the wall just like on the island. If you look at it that way, things become so clear. I see potential in everything. I have to." She touched the heavy pieces in the roll. "I'll send Huckabee to London tomorrow with everything I have."
Cammy's eyes were wet. "Oh, Tori, can you do it?"
"Yes. This is my lot." She took it with a heavy heart, but she would accept it with resolve. "I must make it work."
When their first visitor knocked on the front door, Cammy rushed to answer, but Tori beat her to it. "Let me guess," she called in the foyer, "some news of a broken pump, or some seeds gone bad, or the eighty-year-old natives are restless--" She opened the door to a man they didn't know. "Yes?"
Cammy stared at the stranger, at the six feet of powerful man standing just there, seeming to fill the doorway. Salt-and-pepper hair, sensual gray eyes. He could rival even Ian's good looks.
He explained that he was Stephen Winfield, their neighbor to the north. "I'm terribly sorry that I missed your grandfather's funeral. I was away."
Winfield? He must be the baron the Huckabees had spoken so fondly of. Cammy leaned in closer to hear his voice, deep and resonating....
"I've brought some stores from my estate."