Chapter Five: Quilts, Quaffs and Quislings Consider, if you will, the word ‘morning’. If one consults their Johnson’s, the definition appears readily as “the first part of the day, from the first appearance of light.” A simple enough meaning, nearly intimate in its revelation of promise and...

Chapter Four: Cheers “You are fortunate this… trinket found its way to me,” the Barons chides with evident derision. But, as his cheek absorbs an abrasive fist, first once, then twice, Fox questions the veracity of the Baron’s definition. You see, as a man of marked leisure and diverse appetites,...

  Chapter Three: Groundswell The morning is brisk as Fox approaches the yards. Knowing he is last to arrive, according to the gate, sets him on edge; an edge already frayed by four nights of injuries onerous and barely healed made worse by bad dreams – nightmares of heat and pressure and...

Chapter Two:  Unraveling (Click here for Chapter One)                 Lungs burning with exertion, legs a prickling fire. Poundings in the ears echo those in the chest and profuse beads of sweat dapple the skin of Mr. Fox, who finds himself running. He cannot recall how he came to be in...

Chapter One:   Frocks, Locks and Shocks It must be considered, and taken as true, that a noble life is often a boring one. Meet then Mr. Fox, a man of inveterate adventure, who finds himself in a bit of a jam. For, though the ropes that bind his feet and hands are quite knotty, the lubricious women...