I watched, knowing that fresh hill air was a sovereign remedy for most ills. It would either cure him or kill him.
“Welcome home,” I said, wondering if Mr Gillespie would fit in with my people or if he would be a bird-of-passage as so many of those before him. “Do you intend to live here, or will you live elsewhere and use Mr Snodgrass as a Factor?”
“What is the standard practice?” Mr Gillespie asked.
“It was once normal for clan chiefs to live among their folk,” I said. “Now, that is less likely to be the case. They are clearing the people from the land and using it for sheep farming or sporting estates.” I could not stop the bitterness from entering my voice. “Some have sold their land to outsiders who do not know or understand the country and its people. To them, it is a place for sp
