Highland Devil (Murray Family #22)(11)

Then Gybbon began to sit up, but continued to frown in the direction her cousins had gone. "What is wrong?" she asked.

"I am nay sure. Robert looked his usual sullen self. Yet, I noticed that  his brothers all stayed behind him as they rode and rarely took their  eyes off him. He would look back at them now and then, but it wasnae a  friendly or brotherly glance."

"Mayhaps they just grow weary of the chase."

"Possible, but I begin to wonder if they now all think as we do. Robert  isnae quite sane and, I believe, none of what he is doing is for the  benefit of his brothers. Cannae be sure because we dinnae ken what  reason he told them for all of this."         

     



 

"So what do we do now?"

"Might as weel ride closer to the cottage. We cannae ride to Dubheidland  with them straight between us and the keep. But at least when they  finally leave the place, we will be close to where we can take our rest  for the night."

"Good idea. And mayhap we can overhear something important when they go by again."

"That would certainly be helpful."

"I just wish I could understand what he thinks he can gain with all  this. Aye, the house is a good one and the land is fertile, but there  isnae all that much of it, not compared to what his father still holds.  The keep is far grander with a great deal more land, fertile land and  good grazing land. It just doesnae make any sense."

"Greed often doesnae. It would shock ye to discover how many of those  who seek out more and more actually have a lot already. 'Tis as if they  get a wee taste of the riches and grow gluttonous."

She sighed. "Nay, it wouldnae shock me, I fear. One just hopes for something better from one's own kin."

"Weel, we shall ride on within the trees and hope they come back this  way and leave before we find a cottage or that small manor house that is  out this way. If they dinnae show, then it will be another night on the  ground."

Mora could not completely hide a grimace. Her wound would not like that  at all. She needed it looked at and then pampered for a short while. It  needed to be cleaned, closed, and have healing cream put on. A night on  what would be cold, damp ground could easily bring on a fever. As they  wound their way through the trees, she prayed they would reach Sigimor's  soon. She needed to tend the wound properly or it would become very  troublesome indeed, dangerously so.

She hung onto him as they continued to meander through the trees. Mora  was beginning to get sleepy as the day drew near an end when Gybbon  suddenly stopped and moved up nearer to the road. He tossed blankets  over Jester's tail and mane again and she struggled to wake herself up  so she could hear whatever her cousins might speak of.

"Is it them again?" she asked softly.

Gybbon looked around at her, thinking she sounded very groggy, but the  light was too dim under the trees now that the sun was setting to see  what ailed her. "Aye, and Robert looks furious," he answered just as  softly. "Didnae ye hear your cat sound her alarm?"

She just shrugged. "I felt ye change direction and when I saw ye draw  nearer to the road, I just assumed it was them." She reached down to  scratch her cat's head. "Good lass," she murmured.

Finally awake enough to see the road they watched more clearly, she saw  the four men slowly approach. Robert led them, his three brothers still  staying as far out of his reach as possible yet close enough to hear any  orders he might direct at them. Gybbon was right. Robert looked  furious. Since he was still alive, she had to assume he had not openly  displayed his temper to the Camerons.

"So what do we do now, Robert?" asked Duncan.

"About what? Those fool Camerons?"

"The fact that Mora wasnae there, nor was Andrew."

"We go and hunt for Andrew. He cannae be any harder to find than she is."

"Robert," said Murdoch, and he swallowed visibly, "Andrew is just a boy. Only seven."

"Aye, and with no male about to raise him."

Mora could feel all the blood drain from her cheeks for she now knew  what he had planned. If she was right, and both her heart and mind  screamed that she was, the man just might win if she could not get  Andrew to someplace safe where Robert could not find him. Andrew would  never survive if Robert got the care of him.

"I dinnae ken what ye mean."

"He is a boy child and heir to a fine house and a goodly amount of land. He should have an older, higher ranked male guardian."

"Ye want to take care of the boy?"

"God, nay. I just want to get my hands on him and that will help me do  so. Who is that fool woman Aunt Rona liked so much? She lives in the  town."

"Maggie," Lachlan said quietly. "She lives in a cottage just down the  street from the butcher's. What do ye think she can do for ye?"

"Give me the boy."

"Ye think she has him? If ye thought that, why have we been riding all over the countryside?" Duncan demanded.

"If Mora doesnae have him, he is with Maggie. Thus far we have nay proof  that he is with his sister, do we? The Camerons arenae going to let us  look for Mora on their land; the laird made that verra clear as did the  ones at the keep, so we will take the time to go have a look for the boy  and start to get the papers needed to take him into our care. We are  his closest male relatives. It shouldnae be hard to get whomever has a  say in such things to hand him over to us."         

     



 

Mora felt as horrified as Duncan, Lachlan, and Murdoch looked, although  they did their best to quickly wipe those expressions from their faces.  She knew Robert meant to kill her brother, neatly ridding himself of the  last heir to what he coveted, but she also knew he would make life a  living hell for the boy before he found a way to kill him without being  blamed for it. As soon as possible, she had to find Andrew and get him  tucked away safely before Robert got his murderous hands on him.

Then she thought of Aunt Maggie. That woman's life was now also in  danger. Robert would not tolerate any defiance from a woman and Maggie  would give him plenty as she protected her dearest friend's child.  Somehow Mora had to find a way to get to Maggie and help her.

Her cousins rode out of range and she could hear no more. Gybbon began  to ride back into the trees, stripping off the blankets that hid his  mount's startling color. He knew she needed to get someplace where her  wound could be seen to before she could even attempt to think of a way  to help Aunt Maggie.

Once away from where her cousins had slowed their pace to talk, she said, "I have to get my brother before he does."

"Aye, ye do, but we can decide how that will be done when we stop  winding our way through the woods." Gybbon glanced back at her. "Do ye  think they mean to ride fast to town and catch her or that she is fool  enough to stay where they ken she should be?"

Aunt Maggie was neither brave nor terribly clever, but she was not  completely witless. She knew who had killed her friend and her husband.  She would expect them to come looking for the boy. Mora was just not  sure where she would, or could, go. Maggie had never spoken much of her  family, save for one elder sister, or her life before the old laird had  taken her for his leman. She did have one friend near her, Morag  Sinclair, who would take her in and hide her, but that would then put  two older women in danger.

"Nay, she isnae. Oh, she can be verra silly at times and she isnae the  bravest woman, but she will ken that they will come looking for the boy.  Of that I feel certain. She and my mother were as close as any sisters  and adored each other. Aunt Maggie will do what she must to try and  protect Andrew."

"Then let her do what she must for a wee while as we come up with a sound plan to go and get her and Andrew."

"I will." Mora just hoped she could hold to that and not let fear and worry make her break that vow.



"Damn. Someone is staying in the manor." Gybbon rode a little closer,  almost out of the trees. "I guess we will have to go on and find the  cottage and hope it is empty."

"Wait," Mora said as the door opened and some man stepped out. "Who is that? He has red hair. Could he be a Cameron?"

"Not only Camerons have red hair, ye ken, but aye, that is Sigimor."  Gybbon nudged his horse forward and the man turned to stare at him.

"What are ye doing lurking about in my woods?" asked Sigimor as Gybbon rode up.

"Keeping this lass from being killed by her greed-maddened cousin."

Mora leaned around Gybbon and smiled at Sigimor. Now she understood why  her own family had so much red hair. He looked big and strong and was  frowning at her.

"Weel, come on in and tell us what the trouble is."

Gybbon put his horse away, then led Mora into the manor. He entered the  hall where Sigimor and his wife sat at the table and a maid was  finishing the laying out of food and drink. After greeting Jolene, and  introducing Mora to both of them, he urged Mora to sit on the bench and  then sat beside her. She set her bag down under the table and a moment  later Freya appeared at her side.