shallow valley, its deep greens turning to gold and orange with the crisp autumn weather. A large herd of red deer pounded across a rain-swollen stream to his right and vanished into the thick stand of trees beyond. He made no effort to be stealthy; the Cat would likely hear or see them approaching, anyway, and trying to remain unseen would get him or Peter Gilling shot.
âHaldane Abbeyâs ahead,â the footman commented, and spat over his left shoulder.
âAye. Keep yer opinion aboot it to yerself.â
âItâs nae an opinion, mâlaiâBear. That place is haunted.â
âThen stay here. Just remember ye swore an oath.â
âI knew this was a poor idea. Why do I nae listen to myself?â
âBecause ye have more adventures if ye dunnae.â Munro took a breath as the old ruin came into sight. âHello the house!â he called.
The two women could be gone, of course. That would return everything to normalâto preparations for winter, to the daily routine of siblings and bairns and with him feeling the deepening need both to protect them all and to flee to where things could be as they were againâthe MacLawrys and the Campells one murder away from open war, he and his two older brothers standing shoulder to shoulder to shoulder, feared and respected and damned ferocious Highlanders.
But that was the past. He couldnât begrudge Ranulf the happiness and peace the marquis and chief of their clan had found in his wife and son, even if Charlotte was a delicate Sassenach. Damned Arran had started out well, kidnapping Mary Campbell out from under half of clan Campbell and defying the Duke of Alkirkâthe Campbell, himself. That had turned domestic, as well; Mary was a MacLawry now, and only a few weeks away from giving Arran his second bairn. His sister, Roâ
A musket ball shredded a branch two feet from his head, the loud report sounding a heartbeat later.
Well, she was still in residence. Peter Gilling threw himself out of the saddle, using the horse for cover and freeing his formidable blunderbuss in the same moment. Munro, though, raised both of his hands in surrender and nudged Saturn with his knees into a slow walk.
âStop!â the sharp female voice he already recognized commanded.
âDunnae shoot, Peter,â Munro muttered, then sat straighter in the saddle. âIâm surrendering to ye, lass!â She likely had no idea that heâd never uttered those words before, but the fact that she didnât know that about him was ⦠thrilling, almost.
âItâs nae surrendering if ye dunnae do as I tell ye,â she returned. âI dunnae want to shoot ye, Bear, but dunnae mistake reluctance for lack of conviction.â
âAnd dunnae mistake my good humor fer stupidity,â he countered, even as it occurred to him that wild, uncivilized lasses didnât use words like âreluctanceâ or âconviction.â Perhaps the dainty lass had taught them to her, though. âI gave ye my word that no harm would come to ye here.â
âYe also swore that yeâd nae tell another soul about me. Unless thatâs a spirit behind ye, Iâd say yer word isnae worth shite.â
Civilized lasses didnât say âshite.â This Cat had interested him from the moment heâd set eyes on her. Given his general dislike of puzzles heâd put his intrigue to lust, but the more contradictions to her, the better he liked it. He didnât even mind that she had a musket pointed at him. None of this made any damned sense at all. And even if the rampaging, larger-than-life Bear was mostly for show, he did like for things to make sense.
âMâlaiâBear, Iâm thinking ye should reverse yer course, there.â Gillingâs unamused voice came from behind him.
âThis is Peter,â Munro said, knowing he had no intention of retreating. âWe ⦠hunt together from
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