Chapter Nine
They moved southward in grim silence. Duncan had known there was no point in arguing when Tanaqua had dropped his pack beside Duncan’s as they prepared to leave Ross’s farm. The Mohawk had meant to bury his friend but the mythical half king had reached out through the fog of time to speak to him. When Murdo Ross appeared leading three horses, his wife had gasped and run to his side.
“No Murdo! Dear God, not you too!” Margaret Ross had cried. She had pulled on his massive arms, then pounded on his chest, sobbing as he stood motionless. “Have we not lost enough already?” she pleaded.
“’Tis the monster who killed our girl, Peg,” the big Scot declared when she finally tired and fell into his arms. His wife had finally nodded through her tears, then embraced him so tightly and f
