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The Duchess Evelyn Lorraine Kingsley

Chapter 2

Evelyn Kingsley heard the howling and moved carefully through the trees, rifle drawn and slanted eyes darting. Her face was hard, her blue eyes cold. She was not afraid. Foxes were not inherently violent creatures. They were cowardly tricksters and thieves. But one still had to be on their guard. Sometimes, foxes turned violent when they were cornered.

Evelyn was a young and curvy foxhound, with a generous bosom and round hips that were readily apparent in her male's attire: she was wearing a dark red cropped riding coat and skin-tight breeches. Her black knee-high boots crunched soft over the carpet of red leaves on the forest floor. She paused under a tree and listened, her pretty face absorbed in the pitiful howling that was happening only feet away.

"Heeeeelp!"

Evelyn's ears pricked forward. They were white as her mane, and white fur smoothed over the curves of her body, splotched with tiny brown spots. A large brown spot was on her back, and her lips and nose were pink as her sex. There was also an embarrassingly large spot on the right cheek under her tail, but no one could know about that but for her lovers.

Evelyn stiffened when the howling grew more intense. Holding the rifle ready, she followed the frantic yowls until she'd come to a pair of rifles down in the grass. There was also a coin purse . . . a silver ring . . . a canteen.

Evelyn squatted and lifted the coin purse, examining it solemnly. The de Lion coat of arms was on it. Horses snorted calmly nearby. She recognized them at once as belonging to Dick and Haskell. The fools.

"Oh, thank god!" moaned a voice. "Took you long enough, bitch!"

Evelyn stood and slowly looked up. She smirked: Dick and Haskell were in the trees, held fast by the branches, legs kicking and tails flashing. Their manes were in their faces, their clothes were torn, and . . . their trousers were undone.

"Enjoying the view?" Dick said, wagging his brows. His big brown cock was hanging out. Even from the ground, Evelyn was unfortunate enough to have full view of it.

Evelyn shifted her weight, thrusting one hip to the side. "Wot, did the trees molest you?" she teased.

The males laughed.

"Nice to see you too, darling!" said Dick called, and his mouth spread in one of his charming smiles.

Evelyn rolled her eyes and slung the rifle on her back.

With a red mane as fiery as his passion for living, Dick was a handsome young hound who rightly deserved his nickname. Widely known as the Marquis Richard de Lion, Dick was a prick and a bounder and the shame of his mother's house, always out getting drunk in brothels and coming home smelling of smoke, liquor, and sex. He was an arrogant male of means whose family ruled the duchy of Glenhowler. He'd come to Evelyn's estate to visit for the summer, at the insistence of her older brother.

"His lordship and I," called Haskell, panting and wiggling, "are in a bit of a pickle, your highness. Won't you . . . uh . . ." Haskell fell silent looking at Evelyn, and drool suddenly slid from his mouth.

"For god's sake, Haskell, get a grip," laughed Dick.

Haskell was Dick's valet, a giant of a Great Dane with small black eyes, a black muzzle, and a black mane to match them. He was towering and sort of thin, with a long face and ever-sniffing nose. He was sniffing even now as he tried to catch a whiff of Evelyn's scent. He and Dick were practically inseparable. Dick's Mother - the Duchess Giselle - constantly complained that her son needed a servant who was older than him. Haskell was quite young, and as a consequence, he was always partying with his master rather than stopping him.

"Dearest cousin," Dick called, "if you would shoot the tree, perhaps that would put it to sleep and it would drop us!"

Evelyn laughed and folded her arms. "You wish for me to tranquilize a tree?"

"Bloody hell," Dick moaned, "do _some_thing!"

Evelyn went to her white mare and stroked her paw along the length of its face. It snorted softly and nuzzled its wet nose against her. She smoothed down its mane, glancing in amusement at the helpless males. She had half a mind to leave them.

"Have you tried simply asking the tree?" she called.

Dick blinked. After a startled moment's reflection, he cleared his throat and said awkwardly, "Er . . . Tree? Could you please . . . set us down? If that wouldn't be too much trouble . . ."

Evelyn wasn't surprised when the tree's strong branches groaned to unbend. It carefully reached toward the ground and dropped the hounds like discarded sacks. Dick fell on his face, Haskell on his back. Haskell scrambled at once to help Dick to his feet, brushing the red leaves from his master's rumpled waistcoat - and even buttoning up his breeches for him, completely disregarding the fact that his own breeches were open wide.

Dick adjusted his cravat and smoothed his mussed mane, glaring at Evelyn as she swung herself with a smirk in the saddle. "And what do you look so satisfied about, my dear?" he said irritably. "Go ahead. Tell Mother I was out hunting foxes again. Need I remind you that our family has hunted them for centuries! We are renown throughout the kingdom as the greatest Beasts of the Chase!"

Evelyn tugged the reins and brought her mare around, looking tall and beautiful in the saddle when her white curls tumbled to the side. "You got drunk, tried to kill one of the creatures, and received your comeuppance only to be rescued by a lowly _bitch_who - what was it you said yesterday? Should spend her time learning to sew and keep her tail out a male's breeches?" Evelyn lifted her brows.

Dick laughed weakly as Haskell fussed over him. "Touché, my dear. You saved my neck tonight. Another hour and I might have soiled myself."

". . . I already did," Haskell whispered sheepishly.

"I am indebted to you, my lady," Dick said with a gracious bow. "And I trust you will speak of this horrid incident to no one."

Evelyn smiled coldly. "Was that a threat?"

Dick smiled one of his charming smiles. "The politest threat you will ever receive. Come, Haskell. To the horses - enough of your fidgeting!"

"I only - yes, m'lord," Haskell said and bowed his head.

Evelyn didn't stay to watch as Dick and Haskell mounted up. She turned her white mare into the trees and galloped for home.