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ch.3:the Dueling Swords
We are being trained. In all sorts of army ways that us musicians need to learn. We have been joined in a group with the rest of the boys assigned to the 43rd. I have met the others in captain Laurie's company. There are two of each player, instead of the usual three, due to the small size of our group. The other drummer is a young Welshman named Matthew Davies, he is slightly smaller than me and around twelve years old, why they recruited so young I'll never know. The two flag bearers of our company have also joined in the drills we do, one is an Englishman from Manchester named Michael Eaves, who is very friendly, but much older than the rest of us, being in his early twenties. the second bearer is an Irishman named Christopher Collins. I have talked with him often and I think we will get along, though he is five years my senior, the same age as my Duncan. As for Fifers, we only have one for now, being told that the other will meet us in the harbour for the trip across
ch. 2:the British Invader
I used to be called Maisie, or Margaret in the English way, daughter of highland rebel, Ewan of Cluny McPherson. But because of the failure of the Jacobite uprising many years ago, and the threat of loosing our land. I became Daniel Cluny McPherson, the name of my long dead twin brother. The English came to my brother, Duncan one day and told him if he could not pay the taxes now upon his lands, they would become forfeit and we would be evicted. They also told him the fastest way to pay was to join the army in the American colonies. Well, my brother had his wife and child and kind heart and would be no use in an army, my young nephew had not reached the age of two yet
ch 1: The Jacobite's Daughter
I am free. Nothing in this world can tell me otherwise. I was born a free child in the cold winter of 1760 in the highlands. Soon followed by my twin brother. Secrets we were kept, for my father was a Jacobite, a rebel against the English crown. Only my family, the MacPhersons, knew of our existence.
My father was Ewan of Cluny, chieftain of the clan. My elder brother was Duncan. I was born Margaret Helen in the English way, and my brother was called Daniel Cluny MacPherson. Soon after our birth, our mother Janet took sick and died. My father was heartbroken and in the year 1765 he fled to France and died of a broken heart. I weren't but five years old and remember very lit
Rowan Ghost ch.3"Will? did you hear me?" Robin brought him out of his thoughts.
"I said, weren't you doing something earlier? we still need that water." Will nodded and turned back to the forest. he had left the bucket in the thicket beside the stream and headed in that direction. why, though, had Robin wanted him gone? It couldn't be that he just wanted the water; even after three years, Will felt he was not fully trusted by the men yet. it frustrated him that he was not included in the discussing of this girl, even though he had been the one to find her. despite the danger of being heard, he slipped one of his daggers out and tossed it through the trees to relieve some stress. a satisfying thud came back to his ears. coming up to the place he had left earlier that morning, he made for the tree his blade was quivering in. a smile crept across his face as another knife left his belt and flew at the target, another thunk as the second dagger landed in the hilt of the first. Robin may hav
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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