“You were going to attack them?” Matthew asked.
“On the morrow,” Kyle said, feeling such intense rage broiling over. He was ready to fight, no matter the odds.
“We have laid a trap,” MacNear said. “But those English horse, that were here with Blackmarch, they are tae much fer us.”
“What is the trap?” Jacob asked.
“A silver caravan,” Gavin said, his voice growing soft as he mused. “But what if it did nay carry silver?”
“What d’ye mean?” Kyle asked. Ella leaned in and whispered something to Gavin, and his face became stiff with resolve, determination, and the weight of his Lairdship.
“I will nay break the truce,” Gavin said. “But I will protect me lands.”
“And what o’ Laila?” Kyle asked. The Willby brothers exchanged another look.
“I have a plan, little brither,” Gavin said. “A good plan.”
