Chapter Nineteen
With great competence the real Shaun and his companions escorted Tawnyetta and Laird MacBrody down from the hills. The heavy storm had lifted and they no longer moved through pouring rain.
Though thin and pale, Shaun had a deep commanding voice that belied his frail appearance. He moved gracefully between leading the rescue party and following the Laird's wishes of taking special care of Tawnyetta. Shaun treated her as if she was a fine lady being rescued in a fairy tale. She liked him. He hadn't gaped at her and Michael when he walked in on them wearing only blankets and leaning in for a kiss. His eyes had only skimmed over the open bottle of whiskey and quickly averted from her undressed state when Michael stood to block his view. She was thankful he had come with the
