“Come on, Hugh,” Tayanita urged over her shoulder. “Before the redcoats come.”
MacKim followed, padding between the tall trees with his musket at the trail and his bonnet c****d forward over his forehead. Behind him was the structured security and discipline of the British Army; ahead stretched the unknown hazards of the Canadian wilderness. MacKim knew he was exchanging the constant companionship of Fraser’s Highlanders for the smile of a local woman, and he was happy with his choice. He smiled as he watched Tayanita’s lithe body weaving in front of him, with her braided black hair bouncing between her shoulder blades. Tayanita was unlike anybody he had met before, a stubborn, loving, adaptable woman with whom he fully intended to spend the remainder of his life.
At that moment, Corpora
