Jake’s POV
Ranald came walking up to me, a smile on his face. “So, young man: what do you think about joining us Rangers? We’re always looking for fresh young recruits like you to train.”
“I still haven’t asked my ma yet, not my pa.” I shook my head, knowing very well what the two would say. They wanted me to take over my father’s tannery, which I had no incline to do.
“Come on, son. You’re what? Sixteen, seventeen? Practically a man in your own rights.” He was following me as I walked, getting closer to my destination.
I slowed down at that though, the thought never crossing my mind. “I’ll be sixteen in a few months.”
“See? You’re no longer a child. And a man with the smarts you have will make it far in the Rangers.” We were at the door of the jailhouse now, me knocking on it to see
