Traveling mostly at night, to avoid any chance meeting with a curious constable, he arrived foot sore and hungry at his destination on the southern tip of Ireland. After a night’s rest, he walked another twenty miles to the port community of Queenstown, south of Cork where ocean liners took their...
Two men sat on his right and one on his left while a large group of men filed into the room. Fifty-five years old, with piercing blue eyes, closely cropped gray hair and a steely gaze that covered the room in a slow, calculated sweep, all that was lacking to fulfill the image of a highland warri...
he said as they entered the house. “You got my money?” the woman said, recognizing Dahlgren as the man who had first met with her. “We’ll take care of you, not to worry,” he said. “You said we’d be here two days, three at most. It’s been near on to a week. I want more money,” she said. “Shut up. ...