Part 3, Jenny's Trail
X. Sir Trevor
He was really not a bad man. Sir Trevor Wood could be stern at times, even imposing, but he was not a bad man. In all his fifty-two years, the worst sin he had committed was being the sort of man to fight for truth and justice by rescuing folk who needed help. "What did I do to deserve this?" he muttered as he led the young girl back to his plantation. He shook his head and the tie keeping his hair in a queue broke. "God's teeth," he raged, whipping out his handkerchief and tying it around the unruly black and grey mane.
"Excuse me, sir, but I believe you dropped this?" asked Kate, descending from Misty and handing Trevor the leather hair-tie.
"Thank you," he said, taking the tie. He thrust it in his pocket. "Get back on the horse, child, we're almost there." He clicked his tongue and shoved his heels against his horse's sides. Kate shrugged and climbed back up on Misty. Both the duke and the girl kept riding until they reached a mansion nestled in a valley, itself surrounded by woods.
"Wow," she breathed. This was where she'd be held captive?