“What?” Osborne stepped back slightly. “If I had tried to kill you, rebel, you’d be dead.”
“You tried to shoot me, remember?”
Osborne shook his head. “Not me, Sawnie!”
“So you’re a liar as well as a cowardly bully?” MacKim ducked left, threw another punch and gasped when it bounced off Osborne’s massively muscled shoulder. “You tried to shoot me in the back a few days ago.”
“I said, not me, Sawney.” Osborne’s lips curled further. “You must have another enemy, somebody else who recognises you for the rebel dog you are!”
“There they are!” The Gaelic words came clearly through the trees as the 78th’s Lights arrived. There was a spatter of musketry, with one shot hitting the Ottowa who held MacKim’s musket. For a moment, there was chaos as the Lights erupted into the clearing and the retr
