Meggie tilted her head. “Papa might hang you. But I can do worse than that, Hew MacLeod. One word to Katie, and—”
He blanched. “Ye wouldn’t, Meggie.”
“I would. Or I can tell her how brave you are, how you helped save an innocent man.”
“But if what ye say about the Sassenach is true, why didn’t Callum tell the laird?” Hew tried.
“Or Davy MacKenzie might have spoken up,” Cam added.
Everyone looked at Gillian. “Callum is in no condition to talk, and the rope damaged Davy’s voice.” She looked at her sisters. “Papa is insisting I wed Davy tonight.”
Her sisters frowned and glared at their clansmen. “Aoife and Isobel will show you where the boar is, Hew,” Aileen said. “Go. Cam, you’ll come with Gillian, Meggie and me to find Papa and save John.”
The clansmen realized they were outnumbered and out of arguments.
There was nothing left but to do exactly as the fearsome lasses wished.
