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threatened to end his life. Why Sinjun had come alone, without guards or soldiers? It
was just one among dozens of Scots English who hated the British with all her heart.
Christy sighed. Sinjun knew would never forgive her for lying, and the truth was he
could not blame him. But oh, how was angry. The world did not revolve around Lord
Sin. Do you really expect to receive him in his bed last night? Christy smiled, recalling
the colorful array of curses that had come loose when he tried to enter his bedroom
and found the door locked. What really bothered him was that he had had to force
herself to leave it out. From the moment he set foot on Sinjun Glenmoore was dying to
touch him, close enough to inhale the scent of male musk of his skin, that pursued her
dreams. The desire had been so sweeping that it had been forced to get angry to avoid
surrender to him.
If the desire to Sinjun was caused by love, then it would have received in your bed and
in his heart. But it was man who could settle for one woman. Maybe she managed to
meet while he was in Glenmoore, but when he returned to London, Lord Sin continue
with their treacherous ways.
Christy put her hand on her belly, where her son grew. Maybe he did not want that
baby, but she did, with all his might. MacDonald's future. He or she will inherit
Glenmoore and would restore the lost pride clan, his legacy. The heir to Sinjun clan
was the salvation of his destiny. And most important: That child would be part of
Sinjun, someone to love when he was gone. It would be so easy to give Sinjun his heart
if he could remain faithful to one woman ... Christy was promised that would raise
your child so that the full potential deployment Sinjun would never come to be
developed.
A Sinjun loved his horse. I had no idea that Glenmoore possessed a stable of horses as
fine. Block, was recalled. All they had seen was his: the land on which he rode, the
people, the church, the fat sheep to leading into the valley to spend the winter,
everything. His chest swelled with pride as he had felt long ago. Had never liked the
Highlands, so wild and windy, nor its feral population. But now, a strange sense of
ownership and peace was to see him differently.
"The moors are not so pretty in this time of year, Excellency," said Rory talk about
something. In spring they are covered with heather. It is a magnificent spectacle.
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Sinjun was hills and desolate moors something at this season, but no less beautiful. It
was a different kind of beauty. Rugged, stark ... irresistible. The trees had lost their
leaves and the air contained the promise of cold winter. I could hear the sound of
water nearby lake and feel the salt streaming down her cheeks. It was so invigorating
that Sinjun not surprised to discover that being hungry again.
He loved horses and took a walk every day in the park for exercise. But slipping for
several leagues through the open, under a sky so blue it hurt the eyes, was most
encouraging. Sinjun wondered why he had felt before, so aversion to the Highlands.
- Do Glenmoore graze sheep in the valley? Sinjun asked.
"Yes. Clan members look after the cattle for you and receive a percentage of the profits
when you sell the wool. Some sheep are slaughtered for meat to be shared with
farmers.
- Have you paid the pastors after the fleece of the year?
"Yes, but Sir Oswald said the market was not right and were less than expected. And
then they came up rents and taxes. That's when he began to talk of rebellion. The
Cameron encouraged everyone to protest not giving quarterly taxes, and all agreed.
Sinjun was mulling over this matter until it reached the people who sat on the side of a
hill below Glenmoore. There would be more than two dozen stone cottages grouped in
any way. Sinjun realized that this was a poor people. The thatched huts of most urgent
need of repair.
People stopped what he was doing to stare at him. The silent animosity was so clear
that he was glad Sinjun Rory is mounted beside him. He stopped several times to talk
with people, but most turned his back and refused to greet him.
"They are very friendly people, right? "Said Sinjun.
- And can you blame them? Rory replied. They and the land they once called him, now
belonging to an Englishman. MacDonald is doing all it can to alleviate their suffering,
but their children still die of hunger, "he went to Sinjun a pained look. And you
wonder why we hate the English ... When the land belonged to us, just fighting among
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