The Blacksmith's Daughter: A Mystery Of The American Revolution - Plot & Excerpts
"Likewise, Mr. Hale. Oh, and you must be Betsy's husband." Emma rushed past in a cloud of lilac perfume, caught Tom by the elbow, and dragged him into their little circle. "My, such a handsome fellow. You two make the perfect couple." She turned on Betsy. "Forgive me if I seem a bit distracted, dear. I wasn't expecting all of you so soon, and I was hoping you might arrive a few days later, after the criminal for that horrific murder had been caught." "Murder?" said Betsy, Tom, and Joshua at the same time. "Oh, it was ghastly. They found a Spaniard flayed alive in town square last night after first being shot in the knee." Joshua coughed. "Excuse me, did you say a Spaniard was flayed alive?" "Horrid, isn't it?" Emma lifted white fingertips to her pearl choker. Hair polarized on the back of Betsy's neck. Something about the murder sounded familiar. Joshua licked his lips. "Mrs. Branwell, might I inquire whether the Seventeenth Light has been through Camden recently?" "Why, now, Mr.
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