Fiction Rita Mae Brown The Hunt Ball: A Novel

ISBN 13: 9780345465498

The Hunt Ball: A Novel

3.86 avg rating
( 811 ratings by Goodreads )
 
9780345465498: The Hunt Ball: A Novel

“A rich, atmospheric murder mystery . . . rife with love, scandal . . . redemption, greed and nobility,” raved the San Jose Mercury News about Outfoxed, Rita Mae Brown’s first foxhunting masterpiece. In The Hunt Ball, the latest novel in this popular series, all the ingredients Brown’s readers love are abundantly present: richness of character and landscape, the thrill of the hunt, and the chill of violence.

The trouble begins at Custis Hall, an exclusive girls’ school in Virginia that has gloried in its good name for nearly two hundred years. At first, the outcry is a mere tempest in a silver teapot–a small group of students protesting the school’s exhibit of antique household objects crafted by slaves–and headmistress Charlotte Norton quells the ruckus easily. But when one of the two hanging corpses ornamenting the students’ Halloween dance turns out to be real–the body of the school’s talented fund-raiser, in fact–Charlotte and the entire community are stunned. Everyone liked Al Perez, or so it seemed, yet his murder was particularly unpleasant.

Even “Sister” Jane Arnold, master of the Jefferson Hunt Club, beloved by man and beast, is at a loss, although she knows better than anyone where the bodies are buried in this community of land-grant families and new-money settlers. Aided and abetted by foxes and owls, cats and hounds, Sister picks up a scent that leads her in a most unwelcome direction: straight to the heart of the foxhunting crowd. The chase is on, not only for foxes but also for a deadly human predator.

No one has created a fictional paradise more delightful than the rolling hills of Rita Mae Brown’s Virginia countryside, or has more charmingly captured the rituals of the hunt. No one understands human and animal nature more deeply. The Hunt Ball combines a rounded, welcoming world with an edge of unforgettable white-knuckled menace.

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

About the Author:

Rita Mae Brown’s numerous bestsellers include Rubyfruit Jungle, In Her Day, Six of One, Southern Discomfort, High Hearts, Bingo, Venus Envy, Dolley, Loose Lips, Alma Mater, Outfoxed, Hotspur, Full Cry, and a memoir, Rita Will. With her tiger cat, Sneaky Pie, she also collaborates on the New York Times bestselling Mrs. Murphy Mystery series, including Cat’s Eyewitness. Brown is as well an Emmy-nominated writer and a poet.

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

CHAPTER 1

 A shining silver shroud covered the lowlands along Broad Creek, deep and swift-running. The notes of the huntsman's horn, muffled, made his direction difficult to determine. Three young women, students at prestigious Custis Hall, followed the creek bed that bordered a cut hayfield. A gnarled tree, bending toward the clear water as if to bathe its branches, startled them.

"Looks like a giant witch," Valentina Smith blurted out.

They stopped to listen for hounds and the horn. Smooth gray stones jutted out of the creek, the water swirling and splashing around.

"Can you hear anything?" Felicity Porter, slender, serious, inquired.

"If we move away from the creek, we'll hear better." Valentina, as senior class president, was accustomed to taking charge.

Anne "Tootie" Harris, one of the best students at Custis Hall, was just as accustomed to resisting Valentina's assumed authority. "We'll get even more lost. Broad Creek runs south. It divides the Prescott land from Sister Jane's land. If we keep going we'll eventually reach the big old hog's back jump in the fence line. If we turn right at that jump we'll find the farm road back to the kennels."

Angry that she hadn't paid attention at the jump to where the rest of the riders disappeared into the fog, and now angry that she hadn't paid attention to the flow of Broad Creek, Valentina growled, "Well, shit, Tootie, we could go into menopause before we reach the hog's back jump!"

"One dollar, potty mouth." Felicity held out her hand with grim satisfaction.

"Felicity, how can you think of the kitty at a time like this? We could be lost for days. Why, we could die of thirst and--"

"Val, we're next to Broad Creek," Tootie deadpanned.

"You two are ganging up on me." Val tossed her head; her blonde ponytail, in a snood for riding, swayed slightly.

"No, we're not." Felicity rarely ran off the rails, her focus intense. "The deal when we started hunting with Jefferson Hunt was that each time one of us swore, one dollar to the kitty. I'm the bank."

Valentina fished in her tweed jacket. "You'll probably end up being a banker, F. I can see it now when you make your first million. You'll count the money, put it in a vault, and not even smile." She did, however, hand over her dollar.

Felicity leaned over to reach for the dollar, their horses side by side. She folded it in half, neatly sticking it in her inside jacket pocket. Felicity knew she wasn't quick-witted. No point in firing back at Valentina.

With Felicity and Valentina it was the tortoise and the hare. With Tootie and Valentina it was the hawk and the hare, two swift-moving creatures with opposing points of view.

"Come on, I'll get us back to the kennels," Tootie promised.

In the far distance the hounds sang, voices ranging from soprano to basso profundo, from tenor to darkest alto. The heavy moisture in the air accounted for the variation in clarity. The girls would hear the hounds moving toward them, then it would sound as though the hounds were turning.

"Coach will tear us a new one." Valentina did not reply to Tootie's suggestion, speaking about the coach's wrath instead.

"Coach? What about Mrs. Norton?" Felicity thought the headmistress's disapproval would be more severe than Bunny Taliaferro's, the riding coach, although Bunny naturally leaned toward censure.

"Wonder if they know we're not with the field? I mean, it's possible they're still in the fog, too. Sister Jane would get really upset if she thought we were in trouble." Valentina inhaled deeply. "If they don't know, let's swear never to tell."

"The Three Musketeers." Tootie half-smiled.

"All for one and one for all." Valentina beamed.

"But you always manage to be first among equals, Val. It's not exactly all for one and one for all. It's all for Valentina and then maybe Val for all," Tootie said, shooting a barb.

"Tootie, you can really be the African queen when you're in a mood. You know?" Valentina raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, right." Tootie, an exceptionally beautiful green-eyed African American, shrugged it off.

"Will you two get over yourselves? If we don't find our way back, we're in deep doo-doo. If we do find the field, we're still in deep doo-doo but maybe not as deep."

"Felicity, say shit and be done with it." Val took out some of her discomfort on her sober classmate.

"One dollar."

"I could learn to hate you." Valentina fetched another crinkled dollar, fuming as Tootie hid a smile behind her gloved hand.

"Thank you." This time Felicity snatched the money.

Hounds sounded as if they were swinging toward them; the notes on the horn played one long note followed by a series of doubled and even tripled notes, one long note, and the process was repeated.

"All on," Tootie remarked.

Bunny Taliaferro drummed the basics of foxhunting into those students she selected as proficient enough to ride hard over big fences and uneven ground. The show-ring riders who panicked outside of a flat ring where they counted strides could never join the chosen few. This caused tensions because often the show-ring girls looked much prettier on a horse. Unfortunately, flying down a steep hill usually meant they popped off their horses like toast. The sound of "ooff" and "ohh" punctuated the hoofbeats on those occasions.

Valentina, Tootie, and Felicity performed well in the show ring--they'd made the school team--but they excelled over terrain, so had earned the privilege to hunt. Each girl could handle sudden situations calling for split-second decisions, and each girl could usually keep a horse between her legs even when the footing was slick as an eel. What Bunny prized most about them was they were bold, keen, go-forward girls.

"All on and heading our way." Felicity recognized the horn call, straining to make sure her ears weren't playing tricks on her.

"Christ, they'll all see us!" Valentina worried more about saving face than getting chewed out.

"One dollar."

"Christ isn't swearing."

"Christ isn't swearing. You are." Felicity in a rare moment of dry humor held out her hand.

"Not fair." Valentina bit her lip.

"Oh, pay up. You've got more money than God anyway," Tootie half-laughed.

"Sure," Valentina said sarcastically.

All of the girls came from wealthy families, but Valentina received the largest allowance and was the envy of the other students. To her credit she was generous.

She forked over the dollar bill.

"Look, they really are coming this way. Let's slip back into the mists. We can bring up the rear right after they cross Broad Creek," Tootie suggested.

"Fox could turn." Felicity considered the gamble.

"Yes, but if he doesn't, the crossing is up past the trees. We'll hear them. If they turn, we'll keep going until we find the hog's back and then head toward Sister Jane's."

The kennels were at Sister Jane's farm, Roughneck Farm. Jane Arnold had been master of the Jefferson Hunt Club for over thirty years. Her late husband had also been a master.

"Vote." Felicity thought this would short-circuit Valentina's protest since Valentina hated agreeing readily with Tootie.

"You don't have to vote." Valentina turned toward Tootie, mist rising a bit, swirling around the beautiful girl. "It's a good plan."

"I can't believe you said that," Tootie giggled. "F., we'd better remember this day."

They would, but for quite different reasons.

They backtracked fifty yards from the creek crossing.

"Why?" Felicity asked.

"Because the other horses will smell ours," Tootie sensibly replied. "Go on back a little more."

"Tootie, we'll lose them again." Valentina was more worried about Bunny and Mrs. Norton, the headmistress, than she cared to admit.

"No, we won't. Let me be in front this time."

Tootie rode tail during the entire hunt, which is one of the reasons they got lost. Felicity, in front, didn't have the best sense of direction. When the whole field jumped a black coop in the fog, they landed into a woods, ground covered with pine needles. Those needles soaked up the sound of hoofbeats. By the time Tootie got over the fence, Felicity had turned left instead of right with the others. It was too late to catch them. For ten minutes they couldn't hear a thing, not the horses, not the hounds, not the horn. So Tootie led them south along Broad Creek since she could hear the water.

Neither Valentina nor Felicity argued, since both knew Tootie was a homing pigeon.

They quietly waited.

A splash sent the ears of all three horses forward. The humans heard it, too.

Comet reached their side of the bank, shook, then sauntered toward them.

"You three are as useless as tits on a boar hog," the male gray fox insulted them.

"Tally ho," Felicity whispered as though the other two couldn't see the fox sitting right in front of them.

Tootie glared at her. One should not speak when the fox was close or when hounds were close. The correct response would be to take off your cap, point in the direction in which the fox would be traveling, and point your horse's head in that direction also.

"Tally human." Comet flicked his tail, tilted his head. He could gauge the sound of the hounds far more accurately than the three girls before him. "Well, chums, think I'll motor on. You look ridiculous sitting here in the middle of the covert, you know....

"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.

Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace

1.

Rita Mae Brown
Published by Ballantine Books (2005)
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Hardcover Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
Sequitur Books
(Boonsboro, MD, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Ballantine Books, 2005. Hardcover. Book Condition: New. Hardcover and dust jacket. Good binding and cover. Clean, unmarked pages. Ships daily. Bookseller Inventory # 1712050001

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 12.20
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.00
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

2.

Rita Mae Brown
Published by Ballantine Books (2005)
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Hardcover First Edition Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
Irish Booksellers
(Rumford, ME, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Ballantine Books, 2005. Hardcover. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # M0345465490

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 23.46
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

3.

Rita Mae Brown
Published by Ballantine Books (2005)
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Hardcover Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
Ergodebooks
(RICHMOND, TX, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Ballantine Books, 2005. Hardcover. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # DADAX0345465490

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 19.75
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

4.

Rita Mae Brown
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
ABC
(Saint Louis, MO, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Book Condition: Brand New. New. Bookseller Inventory # A5602

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 40.00
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 6.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

5.

Rita Mae Brown
Published by Ballantine Books (2005)
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Hardcover Quantity Available: 2
Seller:
Murray Media
(North Miami Beach, FL, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Ballantine Books, 2005. Hardcover. Book Condition: New. Never used!. Bookseller Inventory # P110345465490

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 45.70
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 1.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

6.

Brown, Rita Mae
Published by Ballantine Books
ISBN 10: 0345465490 ISBN 13: 9780345465498
New Hardcover Quantity Available: 1
Seller:
Cloud 9 Books
(Wellington, FL, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Ballantine Books. Hardcover. Book Condition: New. 0345465490 New Condition. Bookseller Inventory # NEW7.0107125

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 59.99
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 4.99
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds