Highland Outlaw (Campbell Trilogy #2)(89)
The low clouds and fine mist that descended as the day wore on did not bode well, and Patrick wanted to reach the edge of the tree line along the hill of Binnein before the rain came. There weren't any caves in the area, but he would be able to fashion some sort of shelter that would keep them dry enough while they waited to see if they'd eluded their pursuers.
He was used to being hunted and disappearing into the wild, but this time it was different.
He glanced over at Lizzie, noticing her flushed cheeks and heavy, uneven breathing. She wasn't used to this kind of exertion, and even with the aid of the walking stick that he'd made from a tree branch, she was struggling. But if they wanted to stay ahead of his brother, they had to keep forging along.
With the plaid he'd given her wrapped around her like an arisaidh, she certainly didn't resemble a Campbell heir ess. She looked more like a bedraggled urchin. Her hair had long ago lost its bindings, and stray flaxen tendrils fell across her face and, more often than not, tangled in her lashes. Mud stained the bottom of her skirts up to the knee, and small droplets were spattered over the rest. At least she was wearing sturdy leather riding boots and not the flimsy slippers she often wore.
What the hell had he been thinking? This was after just one day in the wild. At times he'd lived like this for weeks. How could he have ever thought to bring her into this sort of life?
She wasn't the only one struggling. Truth be told, he was looking forward to reaching their destination as well. Each step he took sent a fresh needle of pain shooting up his leg that was becoming more difficult to ignore. He'd taken a risk in burning the wound closed and sealing in any infection. But that wouldn't come for days, if it did, and if he hadn't, he would have lost too much blood.
Sensing that Lizzie needed a rest, he stopped on a small rise and offered her a drink of water from the skin that he'd refilled at the loch. She accepted it eagerly, taking a long gulp before handing it back to him.
There was a break in the trees affording a breathtaking view east through the mist of the loch beyond.
“Is that the loch where we were earlier?”
She'd been silent for so long, it was a surprise to hear the sweet melody of her soft voice. “Aye.” He pointed a little farther south. “The cave is on the side of the mountain there.”
She nodded. “The loch is beautiful. What's it called?”
“Loch Katrine,” he said, his voice forbidding. He'd been doing his best not to think about it all day. To think how close they were.
He saw her eyes scan eastward and then stop. Her eyes sparkled with the first glimmer of excitement he'd seen from her in days. “Is that an island?”
He stiffened. “Aye. Molach.” The islet where his sister and some of the other MacGregor women and children had taken refuge. Only the knowledge that it was one of the first places his brother would search once he realized they hadn't gone south prevented him from going to see Annie. He didn't blame Lizzie for what had befallen his sister, but he was trying not to dwell on the events that had separated them. As soon as Lizzie was safe, he would find Annie. And then he would find Auchinbreck.
“It's charming,” she said. When he didn't respond, she asked, “Do you think they are following us?”
“Aye. My brother will not give up that easily.” He saw the fear in her eyes and instinctively sought to reassure her. “I chose these hills for a reason, Lizzie. No one will find us if I don't want them to.”
If he'd intended to allay her fears, his words seemed to have the opposite effect. Her cheeks paled beneath the flush. “We're going into the hills?”
“Not unless we have to, but I need to get to Balquhidder to gather my men.” It was too dangerous to try to get her to safety on his own. He hoped to hell that Robbie and the others had gotten away without a problem. He pointed in the direction of the hill where they were heading. “From up there I will have a clear view of the surrounding area. If my brother has picked up our trail, I will see him. If there is no sign of him, we will follow the lochs and rivers north and get my men, then I will take you to your cousin.”
She looked at him as if he were mad. “To Dunoon? Won't that be dangerous for you? What if my family has already discovered that I'm missing and have learned who you are?” She paused. “What if I decide to tell them?”
He peered down into her tiny upturned face, seeing the challenge in her gaze and in the hard set of her chin. “Will you?”
Her mouth pursed together. “I just might.”
His lips curved in a half-smile. “I suppose 'tis a chance I'll have to take.”
They both knew his secret was safe with her. No matter how angry she was with him, Lizzie did not have a bloodthirsty bone in her body. Hers would not be the hand that spelled his doom. But she was right. When it was discovered that she was missing, there wouldn't be anywhere in the Lowlands for him to hide.
“And what if your brother has picked up our trail?”
“We'll take the high road through the hills. Gregor won't be able to track us as easily over the rock, and we've enough of a head start to stay well ahead of him. But at this time of year, venturing into the mountains can be dangerous.”
“Why?”
“The weather changes quickly.” At least it was still too early for snow. He slung the skin back around his shoulder. “Which will work in our favor today. The rain will slow them down.”