“Nay, ye said, 'I sorrow.' ” MacDonald stopped and turned towards him. This time Lorenz caught the hard glint in the man's eyes. “Did ye nay mean it?”
Somehow his words had got twisted. Lorenz figured it was MacDonald that hadn't meant he accepted the words. Lorenz felt his face sagging as he scrambled for words in his mind. “I shouldn't have upset Mama. That was wrong.”
“And the shotgun aimed at my gut was nay?”
“Ah thought y'all had hurt her!”
“Hurt tis nay what a man does with his wife.”
“The hell!” Lorenz broke in. “I saw what they do!” His face was flushed. “The women were screeching like something already dying.”
“Aye, with good reason. Those men were brutal strangers, and using them in a brutal way ere they killed them. That tis nay the way of decent men with those they love.
