“No you’re not fit enough to start rushing around yet.” said Guy climbing out of the car and heading back out onto the lonely moor.
He felt as if he was walking in the footsteps of the young English soldiers who had trudged that way two hundred years before. They were facing an unbeaten army of frightening reputation that had wreaked havoc across the North of England and Scotland before retreating back here to their stronghold. He gave a wide berth to the field on his left and approached from the north, the very point where he now knew the Macintosh Clan’s doomed left wing had fallen to the English volleys. It had been the end of a dream for the Highlanders, and if he wasn’t careful the end of his own dreams too. He was alone on a killing field against a high powered rifle in the hands of
