Matthew said the next day. They were walking briskly, both of them huddling against the cold. It was drizzling, a foggy rain that sank through everything, and after only an hour of walking Alex could barely feel her feet. “It’s still August,” she’d grumbled earlier. “Not bloody October.”“My turn ...
Jenny said as she always did afterwards, never meaning it. She got up from her knees and turned to face Patrick. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s wrong, and should Ian ever find out…” Patrick tightened his belt into place before raising his eyes to her. She flushed at the lo...
He just couldn’t sleep, not when men he knew and liked might be languishing in jail, mayhap even dying from the wounds they’d suffered during the day. He rode Ham over the moor, keeping well off the road, and night was at its darkest when he slunk into Cumnock, a black shade that moved silently f...
Just the distraction she needed from her constant surveillance of her husband, her fear that the moment her back was turned, he’d set off to kill Fairfax. “Look,” she said, waving it at Matthew. “We’ve been invited to a reception.” Matthew seemed le...
Alex said to Qaachow, looking at the wounded man lying on her kitchen table. She’d stitched up the wound as well as she could and packed crushed yarrow and comfrey around it. “Now all we can do is hope it doesn’t become infected – again.” She looked down at her hands. She’...