, how they could travel to the past and to the future. The Big Red One’s grandson must be a fairy if he was alive in 1990. And , the other woman, Evie, the young tall man’s wife: she had said that her daughter was her nurse in the hospital in 2013. How could a daughter nurse the mother? Grant shook his head. These fairies were queer ones. But , he didn’t care if he had to wait over 200 years for revenge. He was going to make sure that this Benji was killed for what his grandfather and uncle did to his brother.
And , now he knew what the grandson looked like, sort of. A tall, red-haired man in that small town of Barden Hall shouldn’t be too hard to find. But first , this Benj i would have to suffer like Atholl did. Surely , there was someone in the year 1990 who would like to carve little bits of body parts off the man. If he thought that he could get close enough to this Big Red One, he’d do it to him, too. He shook his head again. Nah, he’d let his son’s sons do it. He looked down at his crotch and frowned. Okay, he’d let his brother’s son’s sons do it. He’d take little Atholl, Jr. as his own , just to make sure that his revenge was satisfied. Yes, if he started early, he could make sure the boy got the message. He patted the folded paper. He would make sure that it was passed on to his children’s children’s children until Ben ji was done in and the ‘treasure’ was found. Who knows? Maybe by that time Benj i and his family really would have all the gold and gems that he’d let his heirs believe they had.
Ж
Rachel woke up to a new person in the room. “Hi,” she said sweetly to the gi rl who looked to be her own age.
“Hi,” Hannah squeaked then sniffed repeatedly, trying to keep the tears of fear from falling.
“Are you okay?” Rachel asked.
Hannah didn’t say anything , but stood there, mute , and terrified. Rachel recognized the signs of intimidation. There was only one person on this property who would do that to a young woman. “Was there a man in here that scared you?” she asked although she already knew it had to be what had happened .
Hannah nodded her head and her tears stopped. It looked like she had a friend who understood what she couldn’t say.
“Did he hit you?” Rachel asked as she sat up.
Baby Atholl Junior was making little mewing noises as he awoke. Instinctively , Hannah went to him, picked him up , and rubbed his back. She looked at the girl in the bed and asked, “Is he yours?”
Rachel nodded and dropped her arm out of the sleeve of the hospital gown and reached for her son. She bared her breast and start ed suckling him. “He scared you though, didn’t he?” she asked.
Hannah nodded then put her index finger up to her throat and imitated the neck slashing motion that Grant had threatened her with.
Rachel closed her eyes with the painful bliss that was her son nursing for the first time in nearly a day. H er milk was starting to come in; she could feel it. She reached her hand out to the frightened girl next to her. “I won’t let him hurt you,” she said strongly as she clasped her hand, “I’ll kill him first.”
Hannah was shocked at the words , but even more so at the fire in the very young mother’s eyes. She looked to be her own age but had the iron jaw set of a warrior. She believed that this woman really would kill that mean man if he tried to hurt her. “Uh, okay, thank you,” she said and nodded. “I don’t really like sayin’ it, but that makes me feel better.”
Rachel’s glare of hatred for her brother melted to compassion for the new friend she had just made by threatening to kill her own kin. Well, he was worth getting rid of. But first , she had to figure out how to do it.
6 Marty’s Dilemma
August 18, 1781
Lost in North Carolina
M
arty Melbourne was on his own now. He had left the four others back at the impromptu camp he had helped set up. Ian Kin caid had been seriously wounded: a hatchet gash to
And , now he knew what the grandson looked like, sort of. A tall, red-haired man in that small town of Barden Hall shouldn’t be too hard to find. But first , this Benj i would have to suffer like Atholl did. Surely , there was someone in the year 1990 who would like to carve little bits of body parts off the man. If he thought that he could get close enough to this Big Red One, he’d do it to him, too. He shook his head again. Nah, he’d let his son’s sons do it. He looked down at his crotch and frowned. Okay, he’d let his brother’s son’s sons do it. He’d take little Atholl, Jr. as his own , just to make sure that his revenge was satisfied. Yes, if he started early, he could make sure the boy got the message. He patted the folded paper. He would make sure that it was passed on to his children’s children’s children until Ben ji was done in and the ‘treasure’ was found. Who knows? Maybe by that time Benj i and his family really would have all the gold and gems that he’d let his heirs believe they had.
Ж
Rachel woke up to a new person in the room. “Hi,” she said sweetly to the gi rl who looked to be her own age.
“Hi,” Hannah squeaked then sniffed repeatedly, trying to keep the tears of fear from falling.
“Are you okay?” Rachel asked.
Hannah didn’t say anything , but stood there, mute , and terrified. Rachel recognized the signs of intimidation. There was only one person on this property who would do that to a young woman. “Was there a man in here that scared you?” she asked although she already knew it had to be what had happened .
Hannah nodded her head and her tears stopped. It looked like she had a friend who understood what she couldn’t say.
“Did he hit you?” Rachel asked as she sat up.
Baby Atholl Junior was making little mewing noises as he awoke. Instinctively , Hannah went to him, picked him up , and rubbed his back. She looked at the girl in the bed and asked, “Is he yours?”
Rachel nodded and dropped her arm out of the sleeve of the hospital gown and reached for her son. She bared her breast and start ed suckling him. “He scared you though, didn’t he?” she asked.
Hannah nodded then put her index finger up to her throat and imitated the neck slashing motion that Grant had threatened her with.
Rachel closed her eyes with the painful bliss that was her son nursing for the first time in nearly a day. H er milk was starting to come in; she could feel it. She reached her hand out to the frightened girl next to her. “I won’t let him hurt you,” she said strongly as she clasped her hand, “I’ll kill him first.”
Hannah was shocked at the words , but even more so at the fire in the very young mother’s eyes. She looked to be her own age but had the iron jaw set of a warrior. She believed that this woman really would kill that mean man if he tried to hurt her. “Uh, okay, thank you,” she said and nodded. “I don’t really like sayin’ it, but that makes me feel better.”
Rachel’s glare of hatred for her brother melted to compassion for the new friend she had just made by threatening to kill her own kin. Well, he was worth getting rid of. But first , she had to figure out how to do it.
6 Marty’s Dilemma
August 18, 1781
Lost in North Carolina
M
arty Melbourne was on his own now. He had left the four others back at the impromptu camp he had helped set up. Ian Kin caid had been seriously wounded: a hatchet gash to
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