MacDonald shook his head. “Laddie, Mr. Rolfe and I twere fur trappers. We lived in the wilds with men alone or sometimes with the native peoples in their camps around the trading forts. I ken the depravity that runs in some men's doings. That, however, does nay make ye like them, nay does it prevent ye from returning home.”
“Mama don't want someone like that in her home,” Lorenz grated through his teeth. “She was a praying woman, probably still is.”
“Oh, aye, that she tis, and one of her prayers tis for yere safe return. I canna return without ye.”
Lorenz was staring at the man. Was he crazy? No white woman would let someone like him in their house. He had one last argument. “Mr. MacDonald, ah doan know how to live with people like Mama.”
“Then ye can learn. Twill be like going to a ne
