Browne, Gretta Curran books

By Eastern windows

‘Och, I understand, sir,’ McKenzie said in a subdued voice, his huge shoulders hunched, his eyes cast down. ‘Ye must follow the rules and have a regiment of native servants now. Wouldna do for ye to have anythin’ less. Wouldna do at all.’ ‘Don't look as if I have put a knife in your back, man. Yo...