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“I’ll not gentle my tone until I’m bloody well ready, and that will not be until every rotten trap is gone!”>>
“We have a murdering boar out there, woman!” Leonce bellowed.>>
“Nay, you don’t!”>>
“And just what the hell do you think has been on the killing spree around here the last several weeks!”>>
Hope narrowed her eyes. She leaned toward him and lowered her voice, adding menace to her harassment. “’Twas a big, despicable, hoary Highland swine. I might say the surly lion standing afore me reminds me of the rogue, but my mother told me never to speak ill of the dead.” Her volume increased again. “And your cursed traps almost cost me my kill!” >>
She closed her fist and punched into his granite-hard belly. Hope frowned and shook her throbbing hand. Hell, her hand probably hurt worse than his sinewy gut.>>
“Cost you your...” Leonce’s face drained of color. “You killed it?”>>
She snorted. “Do I look dead? Of course I won. ’Twas him or me. And I bloody well owed the beastie for half scaring me out of my wits the day I got here. I left his carcass by the kitchen so Jeannie could prepare his rotten gray rump for dinner.” >>
Bowyn ran past her out the rear door.>>
Hope remembered her intentions for the meal, and her shoulders slumped. “Bloody rot, MacPherson. Since we wed today, I wanted to have a special feast to please you. Now I’m acting like a cursed heathen, and you’re angry with me when I only followed your orders.”>>
Leonce took a deep breath and gritted out, “What orders?”>>
“To have a well-prepared evening meal. I went to get some meat, thinking I would have to flush out at least a hundred hares with all the people around here. Then I stumbled upon fresh boar track not thirty yards behind the keep. I was certain the Good Lord’s angels must be guiding me. ’Tis the truth, pigs feed more.” She furrowed her brow. “I hoped it would give me time to figure out whatever it is I need to get in order. And I would appreciate it if you would get rid of the traps, or at least mark them.” Hope nodded to herself. That sounded reasonably civilized, didn’t it?>>
“You are not to hunt.”>>
Hope frowned. “How can I make sure you have a well-prepared meal if I don’t hunt? We’ll have no meat.”>>
“Meat is provided every day. Men hunt for it, and women cook it.”>>
“Zounds!” Hope slapped a palm against her cheek. “The Good Lord must have spent too much time making you that bloody brawn and handsome, for He ran out afore putting in your brains. That is the most asinine thing I ever heard.”>>
Leonce’s cheek twitched. “Do you seek to increase your crimes by warring wits with me, wife?”>>
“’Tis a poor opinion you must have of your wife, if you think she would battle brains with an unarmed warrior.”>>