![]() ![]() The Masters didn’t expect Sister Jane to really whip in but all knew if she trotted out with O.J., she’d be rewarded with great views of the excellent hound work. This was a bit like playing first base or third. The two ladies would whip in, which means riding at the edge of the hounds where the huntsman assigned them. O.J., MFH, along with Robert Lyons and new Joint Master, Justin Sautter, asked Sister Jane to ride with O.J. That’s how both Janes thought the day would go: hard runs, retrieving hounds and then casting them again for another fast go. Riders would pull up, waiting for huntsman and staff to bring hounds back, often grateful for a breather. Usually the quarry would speed out of the hunt’s territory. The Virginia hunt chased more fox than the Kentucky group, who flew across fields on coyotes running straight and fast. Like The Jefferson Hunt, Woodford Hounds did not hunt to kill but rather to chase. The cold air felt invigorating, the cry of the hounds exciting. The slipping and sliding would start in perhaps an hour. So far the two degrees above freezing had no effect. Upon well-groomed horses, the riders in their best hunt gear had little trouble negotiating the hill as the ground remained frozen. Eighty people charged up over a hill from the main barn at Shaker Village in Mercer County. The Jefferson Hunt, central Virginia, rode right up with the Woodford people, a courtesy extended to them by their host. ![]() The first cast started off hopefully: the Woodford Hounds, named for Woodford County, found a coyote line right off. When the joint meet started out on Saturday, February 1, low clouds blanketed the Kentucky sky, the temperature at ten in the morning hung at 34☏. “I hope Glen has the hounds up by now,” said O.J., Master of Woodford Hounds, mentioning her huntsman. The two walked their mounts in that direction. “So much for the weather report,” said Jane Arnold, generally known as “Sister.” Chin tucked into her white stock tie, collar of her heavy frock coat turned up, she blinked to keep the sleet out of her eyes.Ī stone fence appeared up ahead, then disappeared. O.J., Jane Winegardner’s nickname for the Other Jane, shouted to the tall older woman riding next to her. Even their horses had sleet, icy bits stuck to their long eyelashes. Wo women, both named Jane, heads down, horses’ heads down, rode into driving sleet. readers on an adventure.” - RT Book Reviews “As usual, Brown is at her best when relaying the animals’ quirks and conversations, and mischievous foxes are a delight.” - Publishers Weekly “Whether you’re a fox chaser or not, Brown’s storytelling skills will keep you entertained throughout.” - In & Around Horse Country Enough with the demographics of foxhunting as most people view it if I’ve learned one thing from reading Rita Mae Brown, it is to expect the unexpected!” - Huntington News foxhunting titles are great for readers who like gentility with a wicked little twist.” -Library Journal “Sister remains an intriguing and challenging sleuth. “ combines a clever plot, cherished characters and the beauty of nature and rural life to provide an entertaining whodunit.” - Richmond Times-Dispatch The biggest thrills are riding out with Sister and her chatty hounds on a cold, crisp morning.” - The New York Times Book Review Cunning foxes, sensible hounds, and sweet-tempered horses are among the sparkling conversationalists in this charming series starring Jane (Sister) Arnold. Sister and her animal friends must work fast to find a clever killer determined to keep deep-rooted secrets buried.Ī rollicking, riveting mystery, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie is a masterly novel full of colorful characters, gorgeous country landscapes, and the breathtaking thrill of the hunt. When mayhem follows the Jefferson Hunt back to Virginia, the deadly doings become all too real: A dear friend of Sister’s is found murdered. Now Sister and her hounds are on the case, digging up clues to an old murder that links three well-connected Southern families. The revelry is interrupted by jarring news: The discovery of grisly remains in the cemetery that are decidedly not equine. Sister knows better than anyone that an ill wind blows no good.Īfter the hunt, Sister Jane and her boyfriend, Gray Lorillard, head to a sumptuous party on a nearby estate, also home to a historic equine graveyard. Sister Jane and the Jefferson Hunt Club have traveled from Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains to the Bluegrass State of Kentucky to ride with the members of the Woodford Hounds-in the teeth of foul weather. In Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, a century-old crime reawakens bad will-and stirs up a scandal that chills Sister to the bone. The chase is on in New York Times bestselling author Rita Mae Brown’s gripping foxhunting mystery, featuring the irrepressible “Sister” Jane Arnold and the wily antics of her four-legged friends.
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