Out Of Hounds

AFTERWORD

The paintings herein stolen are not owned by my fictional characters. I claimed a fiction writer’s liberty.

Perhaps you’ll be motivated to seek the works out or look at as many Munnings’s paintings as you can. He was one of England’s greatest painters.

We are currently in the midst of a flowering of equine art in the United States. Art, like hemlines, goes in and out of fashion. Equine art and the requisite good draftsmanship are out of fashion. A regiment of gifted artists can barely scrape out a living, with few exceptions. My prayer is this changes and my fellow country people will soon appreciate these remarkable artists.

This novel was written in real time. I thought, fool that I am, well, this will be fun, as I’ll be perfect on the weather, which is important for the Sister Janes. Halfway through, clear about plot, bam, the coronavirus knocked me sideways, as such a global phenomenon will affect my characters. How could I ignore it? So I did the only thing possible. I took it day by day, changed things, and implored the gods for help for all.

May you be well.

We’ll get through this.

Up and over,

Rita Mae