MacDonald"s face softened. He was looking at a face with eyes so like his Anna"s. A half-smile flitted across his face.
“So, I did get yere attention, and ye have been thinking. Laddie, do ye ken ye have just told me what ye did wrong?”
Lorenz felt his world turn over. The man was as crazed as he was, and he still couldn"t figure out what was going on. He watched MacDonald put his belt back on. That would mean no whipping. Why wasn"t this man like the others he had known?
When no words came from Lorenz, MacDonald tried again. “Laddie, ye are nay a cold-blooded killer. Ye are Anna"s laddie, and so much like her. I dinna ken why ye have nay wish to see her.
“Ah kilt Zale and one of his men,” Lorenz forced out.
“Twas a deed needing done. That does nay make ye a killer enjoying the hunt a
