Tail Gait

Another in Brown's highly entertaining Mrs. Murphy novels.

Klappentext In the twenty-third book in the New York Times bestselling mystery series! Rita Mae Brown and her feline co-author Sneaky Pie Brown return with an all-new mystery starring Mary Minor 'Harry' Haristeen! intrepid kitty sleuths Mrs. Murphy and Pewter! and Tee Tucker! the ever-faithful crime-solving corgi.

Autorentext
Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of the Sneaky Pie Brown series; the Sister Jane series; the Runnymede books, including Six of One and Cakewalk; A Nose for Justice and Murder Unleashed; Rubyfruit Jungle; and In Her Day; as well as several other novels. An Emmy-nominated screenwriter and a poet, Brown lives in Afton, Virginia.

Sneaky Pie Brown, a tiger cat born somewhere in Albemarle County, Virginia, was discovered by Rita Mae Brown at her local SPCA. They have collaborated on numerous Mrs. Murphy mysteries-in addition to Sneaky Pie's Cookbook for Mystery Lovers and Sneaky Pie for President .

Klappentext
In the twenty-third book in the New York Times bestselling mystery series, Rita Mae Brown and her feline co-author Sneaky Pie Brown return with an all-new mystery starring Mary Minor 'Harry' Haristeen, intrepid kitty sleuths Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and Tee Tucker, the ever-faithful crime-solving corgi.

Zusammenfassung
Praise for the Mrs. Murphy mysteries

"As feline collaborators go, you couldn't ask for better than Sneaky Pie Brown." -The New York Times Book Review

"Mrs. Murphy mysteries are fun, sweet, and beautifully adventurous." - Bustle

"Brown [is] the queen of the talking animal cozy." - Publishers Weekly

Leseprobe
1

October 7, 1777

Bemis Heights, near Saratoga, New York

Lieutenant Charles West slipped through the heavy woods with a handful of his men, all selected marksmen, part of Captain Alexander Fraser's 34th Regiment. Below, other soldiers of Fraser's 34th Regiment could be heard firing at the Continental forces. Any hope of the brave British lieutenant's piercing the American rebels' line was fading. The barrage was intense. Wearing green coats helped to conceal West's Rangers, but the enemy knew the territory and had learned a great deal about fighting in such terrain from the Mohawks. The Continentals also carried rifles made in Kentucky or Pennsylvania, far more accurate than the British-issued musket, Brown Bess.

Senses razor-sharp, the nineteen-year-old lieutenant hoped to push forward, verify the flank of the rebel army, and report back to Captain Fraser. With only twenty men and his dog, Piglet, he searched for the back of that enemy flank. If only he could find it, then surely some of them would survive and return to their commander with that vital information.

Lieutenant Charles West, intrepid, and his men stealthily moved forward. At the young man's heels trod his alert herding dog, a tough little fellow favored by the Welsh. While not Welsh, West hailed from the borderland with Scotland, had played as a child on Hadrian's Wall. He'd learned to prize the ability of corgis.

Piglet was named for the king. With senses far superior to his master's, he was accustomed to rifle fire and the boom of cannons. Stopping for a moment, he lifted his head and inhaled. A low growl and raised hackles alerted the dog's beloved master. Charles halted. Looking down at Piglet bristling, he held up his hand for a halt. The twenty men under West's command did as ordered but for Angus MacKenzie, twenty yards ahead.

A shot rang out directly in front of Angus, then a second to his left. The sturdy Scot dropped.

"If you want to live, stop," a deep voice called from the woods while Angus struggled for breath. "Throw down your muskets."

West looked around. A shot was fired over his head, then another and another. He put down his musket and hurried to Angus's side. The men in West's far rear carefully withdrew and were soon out of sight. Four other British soldiers remained with the lieutenant.

"MacKenzie, hang on, man." Charles knelt to lift the older man's grizzled head so gently the wounded man smiled.

Piglet came over to lick Angus's face.

"Piglet, no," Charles softly said as nearby a rebel rifleman rose from the brush and moved toward him and his men.

"I'll carry you to wherever they take us," West assured poor Angus.

Angus tried to smile through clenched teeth as he finally was able to mutter, "No time."

Lieutenant West laid Angus gently down as Piglet whined a bit. Angus was gone. The officer in charge of the rebels, a young man close to Charles West in age, took note of the care his counterpart evidenced toward a simple soldier.

"Lieutenant," the dark fellow said. "You and your men are my prisoners."

"Charles West." He inclined his head slightly.

The handsome young fellow prayed no one would be foolish. The four men close to Lieutenant West laid down their arms. The marksmen had done all that was asked of them.

With a flick of his hand, Captain John Schuyler sent some of his men to search for the other fleeing Brits. Six stayed behind with the captain.

Captain Schuyler strode up to Charles. Glancing down at the handsome flintlock pistol shoved into the lieutenant's breeches, Schuyler plucked it out.

"A beauty." Tall like Charles, Schuyler looked him right in the eye.

"A parting gift from my father."

Stuffing the captured sidearm behind his belt, Captain Schuyler smiled broadly. "The fortunes of war."

Oddly enough, the two strapping fellows were mirror images of each other, eve

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