MacGregor dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “The Campbells ruin everything,” he said to no one in particular.
Iain remained quiet on that topic because he didn’t want to get into another argument. That wasn’t why they were here.
“Ye killed my father and ye stole my granddaughter,” MacGregor said.
Iain stilled, his gaze going to Graham, who was watching him passively. “Your granddaughter?” he asked.
MacGregor raised his head and looked at him with red, watery eyes. “My own granddaughter broke my heart the day she was born, the day her mother died and my son took his own life. But I loved the lass just the same. And then she did the unthinkable. She up and married a Campbell.” He snorted and shook his head.
“Cait?” Iain asked on a choked voice.
“Aye. Cait.”
Caitwas the granddaughter of both Graham and MacGregor? What the hell? The granddaughter of a Graham and a MacGregor, two of the biggest clans in Scotland, was living in a small cottage on the edge of his land when she could have anything she wanted.
“So are we agreed that this feud has ended?” Graham asked.
MacGregor seemed to think for a bit. “I suppose since Campbell agreed that his family was in the wrong, the feud has ended. Although we MacGregors should receive some sort of compensation for the death of my father.”
Iain nearly choked. “Compensation? Are you mad?”
MacGregor glared at him. “Yer grandfather—”
“Killed your father while he was asleep in my home. I know. I’ve heard the story over and over, but you’ll not be getting any compensation from the Campbells.”
MacGregor sat forward. “Now see here—”
“No.Yousee here. You’ve been stealing my cattle for years, and you set fire to my land and destroyed an entire field of winter feed for my livestock. That’s all you’ll receive from me.”
MacGregor opened his mouth and then closed it.
“Do ye deny stealing his cattle?” Graham asked.
“Nay,” MacGregor said reluctantly.
“And did ye set fire to his land?”
MacGregor looked ill. “It was just supposed to be a small corner of the field. The whole field was not supposed to go up in flames.”
Iain slumped back in his seat. What a bloody waste over a bloody feud that had happened decades ago.
“I don’t think Campbell owes ye anything,” Graham said sternly.
MacGregor looked like he wanted to argue, but Graham held up his hand. “But ye owe him.”
“Me?” MacGregor sputtered. “I’ll no’ pay the man a bloodybawbee.”
“Ye’ll no’ have to. Ye’ll give him some of yer winter feed.”
“Nay!”
“Aye,” Graham said calmly. “It’s only fair, since ye took all of his.”
MacGregor glowered at Graham, but even MacGregor was not powerful enough to argue with the great leader.
“Very well,” MacGregor said reluctantly.
“I thank you,” Iain said just as reluctantly.
