Another Rita Mae Brown lecturethon about foxhunting customs, horse-breeding, pogonips (Don't ask, you'll find out more than you want) and what foxhounds are saying to eachother when they are baying. Sister Jane Arnold's Jefferson Hunt travels to Kentucky to hunt with the Woodford Hounds. While hunting, the two hunts get caught in a pogonip and surprise, find a 113 year old skeleton of a human, a dog and a horse, all in the horse's grave.
It transpires that the body is none other than that of Harlan Laprade, grandfather of Mercer Laprade, successful bloodstock agent (don't ask me. It has something to do with breeding horses.) and of course, a member of the Jefferson Hunt. Harlan is also the grandfather of Gray and Sam Lorrilard. Gray is Sister Jane's main squeeze. Sam works for Crawford Howard, arrogant rich man who has his own private hunt. And this is only a fraction of the cast of characters..
Readers may wonder why I keep reading Rita Mae Brown's books. Somebody bought me this book, and I like her descriptions of the Virginia countryside. What I don't like, among other things, are her gratutious physical descriptions of various characters. Here's an example. Alida Dalzell, one of about a million minor characters, is described in the cast of characters as "flat out gorgeous." So that was established even before the story begins, and is reinforced when she shows up in the narrative. However, toward the end of the book, when she appears to catch the eye of a widower with the hunt, Brown feels the need to use the words the beauty when quoting her. Really?
However, the good thing about the Sister Jane books is, there's less lecturing about political issues than there are in the Harry Hairsteen books.