Highland Savage
Chapter One
Scotland
Spring 1481
His robes itched. Lucas gritted his teeth against the
urge to throw them off and vigorously scratch every
inch of his body he could reach. He did not know how
his cousin Matthew endured wearing the things day in
and day out. Since the man had happily dedicated his
life to the service of God, Lucas did not think Matthew
deserved such an excruciating penance. A man willing
to sacrifice so much for God ought to able to do so in
more comfortable garb.
"This may have been a bad idea, Eachann," Lucas
murmured to his mount as he paused on a small rise to
stare down at the village of Dunlochan.
His big brown gelding snorted and began to graze
on the grass at his hooves.
"Weel, there is nay turning back now. Nay, I am but
suffering a moment of uncertainty and it shames me.
I have just ne'er been verra skilled in subterfuge, aye?
'Tis a blunt mon I am and this shall require me to be
subtle and sly. But, 'tis nay a worry for I have been
practicing."
Lucas frowned at his horse and sternly told himself
that the animal only sounded as if ... read full excerpt from: Highland Savage ebook
