Edith raced her horse in earnest toward the grassy lands and the McDermott hills. Ian waited until she was out of sight and stormed into his cabin with Albert right behind him.
“Now, Mister Ian,” Albert grabbed his arm. “Pack up what you be needing and leave. Do not come back for a while.”
“I am not going to run away from this little man,” Ian stood defiantly in the middle of his cottage. “I can take care of myself.”
“Listen to me young man,” Albert put his hands on his hips. “You are not dealing with a man of honor. He will have his men sneak up and strike you down from behind. They will kill you. You must think of Edith and do this for her. It will be one less person for her to worry about.”
Albert reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. “Here, Lady Edith been taking mo
