Everyone Thought the Duke's Horse Threw Him — The Farrier's Daughter Knew It Was Shod to Kill

The Duke of Brantham was carried home from the stones at Grimble's and everyone said his horse threw him. By dawn the Colonel's groom stood in the stable yard with a pistol at the bay's head. Judith Pengelly, a farrier's daughter with coal on her hands, pushed the pistol down and lifted the hoof. Eight nails where any farrier drives seven, and one driven high, where the quick lies. Her father pulled the same shoe from the old duke's grey seven years ago, said what it meant, and was called a drunk until he died. Now the duke's uncle holds the estate, the stud book and the bench, and he has a quiet grey horse waiting for his nephew at the Opening Meet. The closer Judith gets to the man who drove that nail, the sooner the next one goes in. Subscribe for more historical romance, Regency mystery and duke romance audio stories, a new tale every week. Who would you have believed first: the Colonel, the groom, or the dead farrier's book? This is a dramatized fictional story. Names, places and events are fictional. #dukestories #regencymystery #historicalromance