Chapter 40

The Silures's Chieftain was a large block of a man with big barrel arms and logs for legs. His reddish hair met a beard beginning to streak with gray. On his left thigh he sported a scar the length of Cate's forearm, and his right bicep it looked as if a large animal had taken a bite out of it. It had been rumored he was a warrior who had cheated death nearly a dozen times, and by the looks of his scarred body, Cate believed it.

Sitting in front of a fire and a makeshift camp, the Chieftain beckoned them to come forward. "I understand you had a bit of trouble along the way. I am pleased to see you are well."

Lachlan nodded. "Fortunately for me, sir, the women were more than capable of felling the eight soldiers who had captured us."