Chapter Twenty-Five
Halfway down the hill Tawnyetta realized she had forgotten her sweater. Not wanting to bother anyone she decided to pop back up to the bothy to retrieve it. She was hanging back behind the others anyway. Nobody would notice.
When she stepped back inside the bothy she was overcome once again by its charm. She took a deep breath and went to the cot where her knobby black sweater lay next to the blankets she'd folded. Despite knowing that she was stuck smack dab in the 21st century, Tawnyetta let her mind wander to the history of this place. What was it like to live in a simple building in these beautiful, wild hills of Scotland many years ago? What would it feel like to hunt for your meat, grow your own food, and be married to a strong, stubborn Scottish Highlander? Her
