"You are an incorrigible, unscrupulous, card-sharping, horse-thieving baggage!"     Marcus declared. "By God, someone had better take you in hand, before you do some serious damage and find yourself at the end of the hangman's rope."     He jerked the reins from her grasp and guided the horse over to the side of the road, in the shadow of a bramble hedge.     "What are you doing?" Judith d...