Chapter Six
Woolford entered his room above the tavern in a great hurry, quickly closing the door and locking the latch as though he were worried about being followed. The ranger captain pressed his head against the door then splashed water on his face from the basin on the nightstand. As he reached for a towel he froze, at last spying Duncan’s rifle on his bed.
“His majesty’s army has misplaced a payroll,” Duncan declared from the shadows.
Woolford forced a small smile of greeting. “There are those who would kill you just for knowing that. Personally I am inclined to praise God that you still live. Your pack is under the bed.”
Duncan rose to retrieve his kit. “I kept wondering what might distract the general from hanging a hated murderer. But then I began counting all the Scots in the
