His gaze swept the distant hills that were slowly being swallowed by the rising shadows of dusk. So much had changed in Scotland after the English had destroyed their spirit and broken their land apart by bankrupting many of the chieftains. Those men had sold their homes, their castles, all of it. His father had been one of the few men able to keep his lands intact.
Of course, now Brock knew the darker truth as to why, that his father had sold out his countrymen to an English spy, and he’d been rewarded for it. The thought turned Brock’s stomach and filled his mouth with a foul taste.
There had been rumors when he was growing up that his father had been a traitor. The men he’d claimed had been his closest friends from the other Scottish clans—the Campbells, the MacLeods, the Stewarts, th
