Stories set in Scotland

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He caught my eye. He was taller than I’d dreamed. Sounds silly when I put it into words. Three years earlier The Macpherson and I met in a dream. Most every night we were together.

I directed my steps toward him, afraid to blink. Would he be there when I made the trek to the opposite side of the ballroom? Maybe he just resembled ...no, that really was him. He looked around, searching for someone. Then he saw me.

I doubt the MacMillan clan was adequately prepared for the debut of two of Dixie’s finest. It turned into an invasion on our part. We took the castle in a bloodless coup—my wealthy beauty queen sister’s eye on a title and her hand on her checkbook, me clueless, but open to adventure. We held our own, from the echelons of Scottish government to Tandy MacGregor, our daddy’s tobacco chawing distant cousin, we reigned.

Beth landed her trophy, with lots of experience walking the processional. 

August 1714: During a British slave raid, to kidnap boys, in Aberdeen, Scotland, a cunning merchantman captured young women, at market. They were sold at auction, in Inverness,

among them, an Irish rabbi’s daughter.

Garth Mackintosh, laird, father of two daughters, and widower, purchased Amalie to spare her slavery and abuse. He intended to send her home to Dublin. He was ill prepared

for the effect she had on all their lives.

“Bel, please come home. Aunt Min died please, darlin’.” My lover finally called, after 13 years.

He believes our aunt was murdered. I’m with the Edinburgh Police. I have to know the truth. Lies, mayhem, where will it end? Aunt Min’s diaries might help, but the information stirs questions about everything I’ve believed. All the while, rumblings over the vote for Scotland’s freedom reverberate throughout our land. Aye or nay?

Will we have the courage to shake the 700 year old grip of the English?