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Рита Браун: Outfoxed

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From the bestselling author of the landmark work Rubyfruit Jungle comes an engaging, original new novel that only Rita Mae Brown could have written. In the pristine world of Virginia foxhunting, hunters, horses, hounds, and foxes form a lively community of conflicting loyalties, where the thrill of the chase and the intricacies of human-animal relationships are experienced firsthand--and murder exposes a proud Southern community's unsavory secrets. . . . As Master of the prestigious Jefferson Hunt Club, Jane Arnold, known as Sister, is the most revered citizen in the Virginia Blue Ridge Mountain town where a rigid code of social conduct and deep-seated tradition carry more weight than money. Nearing seventy, Sister now must select a joint master to ensure a smooth transition of leadership after her death. It is an honor of the highest order--and one that any serious social climber would covet like the Holy Grail. Virginian to the bone with a solid foxhunting history, Fontaine Buruss is an obvious candidate, but his penchant for philandering and squandering money has earned him a less than sparkling reputation. And not even Sister knows about his latest tawdry scandal. Then there is Crawford Howard, a Yankee in a small town where Rebel bloodlines are sacred. Still, Crawford has money--lots of it--and as Sister is well aware, maintaining a first-class hunt club is far from cheap. With the competition flaring up, Southern gentility flies out the window. Fontaine and Crawford will stop at nothing to discredit each other. Soon the entire town is pulled into a rivalry that is spiraling dangerously out of control. Even the animals have strong opinions, and only Sister is able to maintain objectivity. But when opening hunt day ends in murder, she, too, is stunned. Who was bold and skilled enough to commit murder on the field? It could only be someone who knew both the territory and the complex nature of the hunt inside out. Sister knows of three people who qualify--and only she, with the help of a few clever foxes and hounds, can lay the trap to catch the killer. A colorful foray into an intriguing world, Outfoxed features a captivating cast of Southerners and their unforgettable animal counterparts. Rita Mae Brown has written a masterful novel that surprises, delights, and enchants.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Some Useful Terms

Read on for a preview of Hunt Ball

Praise for Rita Mae Brown

About the Author

Other Books by Rita Mae Brown with Sneaky Pie Brown

Copyright Page






FOR


Dana Lynn Flaherty, Professional Whipper-in



CHAPTER 1

On October twelfth, silhouetted against a bloodred sunset, a cloaked figure carrying a scythe was seen by three people. A gray fox also observed the reaper.

A stiff breeze kicked up from the west, sending a sudden swirl of fallen, golden leaves spiraling upward. When they fell to earth the figure was gone.

“Did you see that?” Jane Arnold, known as “Sister Jane,” asked.

“See what?” the rugged man next to her replied.

“On Hangman’s Ridge, I swear I saw the Grim Reaper.” She pointed to her left, the deep green ridge rising softly from the meadows, a lone, massive tree commanding the middle of it.

“Sister”—Shaker Crown put his hands on his hips, shaking his head—“dipping into the flask again.”

“Balls.” She smiled at him.

It was an alluring smile and one that still carried a sensual message to men that even her seventy years couldn’t erase.

“No, ma’am, I didn’t see anything. Tell you what I do see. Fontaine Buruss hasn’t kept his word.”

“Damn him.” Jane briskly walked along the grassy farm path to a three-board fence up ahead.

A coop, a jump resembling a chicken coop, was smashed to pieces.

“Lucky no cows are out.” Shaker took off his lad’s cap, running his fingers through his auburn curls. “Fontaine.” He shrugged. No other words were necessary.

“There are days when I think I’m a candidate for sainthood,” she said, laughing.

Shaker put his arm around her small waist. “You know, boss, I say that to myself every day.”

“Devil.” She hugged him in return. “Well, let’s stop the gap. Come back tomorrow morning and fix it right.” She glanced toward the west. “Much as I love fall, I mourn the fading light.”

“Yes ma’am.” He vaulted over the splintered wood, heading for a dense forest at the edge of the pasture.

Within minutes Shaker returned, dragging a tree branch with a diameter the size of a strong man’s forearm.

Jane put her hand on the fence post and swung over the destroyed jump, both feet up in the air at once. She’d broken a few bones over the years, felt the arthritis, but a life of hard physical labor kept her young. If she’d wanted to vault the coop like Shaker, a man thirty years her junior, she could have.

“Bullhead.” She chided him because he didn’t ask for help and the tree branch, blown down in yesterday’s storm, was still heavy with sap.

The two kicked out the broken boards in the coop, placed them in the middle, then maneuvered the tree branch over the top of the coop.

“That will hold them tonight. Glad it’s your fence line.” He rubbed the sap off his hands.

“Me, too. Otherwise we’d be out here until midnight. Feels like a storm coming up, too.”

“Yesterday’s was bad enough.”

“It’s been strange weather.”

“You say that every year.”

“No, I don’t,” she contradicted him as they turned for home.

They’d parked the farm truck at the edge of Hangman’s Ridge. With the wind in their faces picking up, the truck seemed far away. Once inside the old GMC, Sister shivered.

“Someone walked over my grave.”

Shaker gave her a sharp look. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s an expression.”

“I don’t like it.”

She burrowed down in her seat as he drove. She wanted to say more about whatever she’d seen on the top of Hangman’s Ridge but thought she’d better shut up. They pulled into the kennel just as a weary Doug Kinser walked in, a gorgeous hound trailing behind him.

“Archie!” Sister’s voice carried reproach as she stepped out of the truck.

“That’s not like Arch.” Shaker stared hard at Archie, who stared sweetly back.

“Good work, Doug,” Sister complimented the young man, a man so incredibly beautiful that Zeus would have made him a cupbearer on Mount Olympus.

As Douglas led Archie, the hound, to the male side of the kennel, he said, “Sitting in front of a fox den. He wouldn’t budge. He was pretty funny. He knows to come when he’s called, but it’s hard to fault a hound who hunts and dens his fox.”

Sister walked over to Archie, one of her favorites. “Arch, did you try to dig that fox out?”

“No. I was waiting him out,” a determined Archie answered.

“Softhearted women ruin good packs of hounds,” Shaker said.

“So do hard-hearted men. Especially bullheaded ones. Good night.”

“Night, boss.” Shaker tipped his cap to her as she set off on the half-mile walk to her house. He knew better than to offer her a ride. He walked into the central section of the foxhound kennel, the feeding room. The housing for the hounds was built around this square and neatly divided in half by a concrete wall. Males to the left. Bitches to the right. Outbuildings off this core kennel housed sick hounds, segregated for their own good. Another building was the nursery, a place for bitches or gyps, as they were known, to birth and raise their puppies.

“Where was he this time?”

“Sitting down on the other side of Hangman’s Ridge. Just sitting there looking up at the hanging tree.”

“On the ridge or at the bottom?”

“At the bottom.”

“See any tracks?”

“No.”

“See anything on the ridge?”

“Uh”—Doug lowered his eyes, a brief flash of embarrassment—“yeah. Someone up there with an old scythe over their shoulder. Couldn’t see their face. Had on a cloak, kind of, with a hood.”

“Like Death?”

“Well—like the drawings, I guess. I called Archie to me and bent down to check him over and when I stood up, whoever it was was gone.”

Shaker opened the heavy metal gate, turning Archie into the sleeping area where the other dog hounds, burrowed in straw, raised their heads then lowered them. They’d hunted hard that day and were curled up for the night. “Sister said she saw him, too.”

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