ch 1: The Jacobite's DaughterMore Like This
I am free. Nothing in this world can tell me otherwise. I was born a free child in the cold winter of 1760 in the highlands. Soon followed by my twin brother. Secrets we were kept, for my father was a Jacobite, a rebel against the English crown. Only my family, the MacPhersons, knew of our existence.
My father was Ewan of Cluny, chieftain of the clan. My elder brother was Duncan. I was born Margaret Helen in the English way, and my brother was called Daniel Cluny MacPherson. Soon after our birth, our mother Janet took sick and died. My father was heartbroken and in the year 1765 he fled to France and died of a broken heart. I weren't but five years old and remember very lit
Ch. 25: The Rebel's NooseChapter Twenty FiveMore Like This
I was lead inside the barn, the men I had shot at yesterday, if it was only yesterday, now stood here and were deciding my fate. Some, when they looked my miserable way, had looks of pity, those were mostly the ones I had missed while shooting. Others had smirks plastered on, but the rest all looked on with contempt. Instead of being led in front of them as I expected, Gabriel took me to the side where a closed in stall was laid out in the corner. What was this? Have I not been found out? Or have I and one of them plans to take me in the stall for a literal roll in the hay? I started to struggle again, but Gabriel was strong and took me inside the dark room, lit only by a small window in the far corner. Another figure sat in the hay against the wall, I squinted then my eyes widened in shock. Alex!? Yes it was him! A blindfold covered his eyes but the hair and nose and chin were his, and he still wore a fifer's uniform, if not totally as clean as it had been when I l