The wind begins to pick up as the group moves closer to you. My horse is near the back of the group so I can’t see you. I watch the dogs then follow a corbie fly across the sky above us, shivering at the meaning of it. I hear Mortag talking, trying to sound intimidating. “Who are you? And why are you on our clan’s land? Are you a McKenzie?!” I hear a dagger pulled out of a sheath and I look up to try and see who the stranger is.
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