With that question answered, we again attempted to improve the defences of Kingsinch. Augmenting the rowan wood crosses, we hammered iron horseshoes above the doors, hoping that, if the rowan failed, the iron would keep us secure.
“Of course,” Mrs Lunan said, “the horseshoes won’t work for any building that Heather Jock has entered.”
“If Jock is to blame,” Dougie said stoutly.
“That man is a menace,” Agnes said. “I hope we can get rid of him soon.” She glowered at Dougie. “When the water recedes, we should hand him to the police.”
“For what reason?” Dougie asked.
“Poaching, trespass, helping the Sidh and theft,” Agnes said, as her pretty little mouth twisted upwards.
Dougie shook his head. “Jock’s no’ that bad,” he said and walked away with his boots splashing in the spreading puddle
