"Callm."
He raised his head. He'd heard the light calm edge in Archibald Kelty's voice before. He just didn't want to think of when. Not today of all days, did he damn well want to think of when. Not given the fact he'd married the daughter of the man responsible.
He raked his gaze around his men. Not one was even vaguely capable of squinting in his direction. Even Snosh who'd squinted like a myopic mouse since birth had both eyes on his mare's neck. Callm turned his gaze back to their captive. Callm turned his gaze back to their captive. "Where's the others?"
"Others?" The old man's eyes lost focus.
"Unless you're here alone?"
"Ah. When I said ye should know me that was not an invitation to fight, though I've seen the day—"
Something twisted inside Callm. Not pity exactly. Since Mo
