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Logan desperately wanted to walk Sheena home. To gain even an extra few minutes to talk with her and remain close by her, but he couldn’t. The McDougalls still needed answers to questions about Gordon that only Logan could provide.
Alone and ready to retire for the night, Sheena rubbed her green moss agate stone as she walked up the wooden staircase to her bedroom. Being with the McDougall family as they learned about Gordon’s death brought her own heartrending emotions to the surface.
Yesterday, Logan’s return and today the news of Gordon’s death had left her emotionally distressed. Too much to handle in such a short time.
She sent up a prayer, not only for herself, but for Gordon, the McDougalls and Logan. How difficult for Logan to tell the devastating news to Gordon’s family earlier. She could barely listen to him choke out the words. And Gordon’s mother’s screams still reverberated in her ears.
Sitting on her bedroom chair, Sheena tucked her distaff under her arm. She knew her mother hated her spinning wool like the servants, insisting she do embroidery instead. But Sheena preferred this type of work. And, as she repeatedly told her mother, everyone, whether rich or poor, spun wool. So her mother couldn’t consider this activity beneath Sheena, even if her mother chose not to do it herself.
By now Sheena usually picked up her drop-spindle to hold in her left hand, but something stopped her from picking it up and transforming that wool into yarn.
She just couldn’t put the green moss agate stone down. Rolling it over between her fingers, the smooth rock usually soothed her. But tonight she grabbed it tight within her fist, squeezing it as if she meant to crush it into powder.
Forget spinning wool, she needed to talk to Cait.
Finding Cait finishing up her parlor maid’s duties for the night, Sheena calmed her temper enough to ask her to join her in her bedroom for a cup of tea.
Did servants usually share tea with their employers? Nay. But to Sheena, Cait became her best friend as a wee lass and would always remain her best friend, so she never saw any problem with it.
“It is so nice to relax after the day I had.” Cait dropped into a chair.
Sheena began pouring their tea. She didn’t want to belittle Cait’s complaint by putting her own problems ahead of her friend’s, so she listened to Cait voice her troubles, before broaching her own.
“Cait, do you know why my aunt Jean came here on Monday?” Sheena stirred the sugar that settled to the bottom of her teacup.
“Aye, to bring the news that your dowry to Ian Mackenzie has been paid and you are now officially betrothed to him.”
“Aye. But there’s more to it than that.” Sheena set down her spoon as Cait sat up to listen more intently. “My aunt Jean also brought the news that I am to visit the Mackenzies in Glasgow to meet Ian and his family before the wedding ceremony that they agreed would take place in two weeks.”
“Two weeks?” Cait stood to take off her white apron, before sitting back down more comfortably. “Everything is happening so fast, Sheena. Just last week I knew nothing about any of this.”
“I know.” Sheena’s teacup rattled in her hands. “When my mother first told me about Ian, I didn’t even mention it to you, because I didn’t think anything would happen until I met him. But according to my mother there was no need for that, because Jean met with him and thought he was perfect.”
“No doubt because he’s swimming in riches.” Cait picked up her teacup and eyed Sheena over the rim as she took a sip.
Sheena stared down into the steam rising from her own teacup. “There is something else I never told you, Cait.” Sheena glanced at her best friend now. “Yesterday, Logan came home.”
Cait nearly choked on her mouthful of tea. “Logan? My sister Nessia’s brother-in-law? Here in Callander?” Sheena nodded at each question, watching the smile lift Cait’s entire expression. “I have to go and see him.” She put her teacup down and sprang to her feet. “But wait. Logan’s home …” She sank back down slowly into her chair, not bothering to fix her skirt into place beneath her as she should. “And you’re betrothed to Ian now.”
Sheena nodded. She knew Cait assumed Logan had come home because he loved Sheena and wanted to marry her, but Logan had never told Sheena that. And now it was too late, Sheena thought.
“Oh, Sheena. What are you going to do?” Cait reached across the empty space and put her hand on Sheena’s knee. And Sheena put her teacup down, too, fighting back more tears as she unknowingly rubbed her green moss agate stone.
“I haven’t told Logan about my betrothal to Ian yet.” Cait opened her mouth to speak, maybe to offer to tell Logan for Sheena, but Sheena kept talking. “Please don’t tell Logan. I want him to hear it from me.” If Logan could tell the McDougalls that Gordon died, Sheena could tell Logan about her betrothal.
Cait nodded and Sheena straightened her skirt, forgetting she even held the green moss agate stone in her hands; it slipped out and fell onto the hardwood floor with a clunk before it rolled away from her.
Chapter Three
“How are the McDougalls?”
Angus handed Logan the family’s only pewter tankard as Logan sank onto a stool beside him.
Logan took a long, slow drink. He felt numb inside. “As best as can be expected. They’re devastated.” Angus clapped Logan on the back, but said nothing. What could he say? No one could bring Gordon back to the McDougalls and that is all they truly wanted. “Angus, you must understand one thing.”
Angus folded his hands in his lap, moving his eyes to watch the fire burn down lower on the floor. “Even though Gordon met with a tragic end at sea, healthy people can and do make that journey. Gordon was just too sick to attempt it.”
“Why are you telling me this, Logan?” Angus’s glare fell on Logan now.
“Because I’m going back to the Americas. And I want you to join me.”
Angus nearly fell off his stool. “What?”
Logan reached out to steady him. “You heard me. Your lads are old enough and if you’re all healthy, there shouldn’t be a problem. Not with all of us going together and looking out for each other.”
“Even if that’s so, Logan, how on earth would we pay for that? I am not about to sell myself as an indentured servant.” Angus’s face reddened. “I will not be a slave to another man.”
“You won’t have to.” Logan remembered the earful he’d received from Sheena about becoming an indentured servant; hearing it now from his brother made him a trifle annoyed. “And by the way, not all indentured servants are treated so unfairly.”
Angus scanned Logan protectively. “I’m hoping you’re speaking from experience.”
“Aye. There are opportunities in the Americas that we don’t have here.” Angus sat quietly, no doubt thinking about everything Logan had just told him. “I don’t want to scare you by what I’ve heard.”
Angus stared at his brother. “What do you mean? I have no enemies.” Logan watched his brother fume.
“Nay, of course not, but Scotland is changing.” Logan leaned over and threw some more peat moss into the fire. “I was on board with some in the landowning class and you cannot rest assured that the land you live on today will be the land you live on tomorrow. You are a tenant farmer. Your landowner can and will—trust my words—take this land away from you. And then what will you do, change how you earn a living? Relocate your family to the coast and become a fisherman?” Logan poked at the fire with a stick, sending sparks flaring into the darkness.
Angus wrung his hands, staring down at them. “This is very grave indeed. But you’re right. The government did seize the Duke of Perth’s estate.”
“Aye. You may face a very bleak future here, but after all you’ve done for me, I want to help you. I want to offer you hope for a better life. A place where you own your own land and no one can throw you off it.”
Angus turned toward Logan again. “You speak of the Americas as if they were the Promised Land.”
“I speak from experience.” Logan leaned forward to rest the stick against the dirt wall beside the fire. “I worked as an indentured servant for three very long years.” Logan breathed in the heavy air, letting the smoky scent he missed at sea fill his nostrils. “I was blessed with a good master and I thank God for that every day. But I never took it for granted. When I was freed, my master kept his promise and gave me some money. However, that money wouldn’t have been enough to come back with, so I spent two additional years guarding the town of New Inverness, in return for a land grant.”
A smile overtook Angus’s shock. “You own land?”
“Aye. Out of the darkness, my brother.” Logan smiled back. “And I want to share it with you. Together we can farm the land and live a good life.”
“Logan that’s all very well, but I have no money to pay for our voyage.” Angus stood to add even more peat moss to the fire.
“I may be the little brother by four years, but you must give me more credit. I wouldn’t have returned without a means to get us all back. I’ve already taken care of that. Without family in the Americas, I did little else besides sleep and work.”
“No doubt.” Angus sat down again. “You must put some meat on your bones before you attempt to cross the sea again.” He leaned over and squeezed Logan’s arm in assessment. Logan smiled, knowing Angus had changed his mind about the perils of leaving Scotland. And Logan moved one step closer to making his dreams a reality.
“Any spare time I found while in the Americas, I spent making extra money however I could—farming, stable work, jobs that no one else wanted to do.” Logan laughed. “But I had a purpose and that got me through it.”
“And now you’ve come home to offer me and mine all of this?” Angus stood again and this time Logan stood to meet his brother.
“You are my family.” Logan hugged him. After his day with the McDougalls, it felt good to look toward the future.
Life may remain unpredictable. And only God knew why things turned out the way they did. But with whatever time God gave Logan to live, he wanted to make sure he made his life count for something. He needed to start living his dreams, instead of just thinking about them.
“We must take care of each other, Logan.”
“That’s what you always told me. And I’m happy to finally be able to pay you back.”
“Logan, you don’t have to.”
“I know.” Logan squeezed his brother’s shoulders. “I want to.”
Angus laughed. “Let me talk things over with Nessia.” He took hold of Logan’s shoulders now and brought their heads close. “Thank you for your offer,” he told him solemnly.
Logan smiled. “You can thank me when you see your new home. They’re made differently in the Americas. There’s wood aplenty—no importing it from Norway for huge sums of money.” A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
They looked at each other and then at the door. Angus dropped hold of Logan and strode over to it. Who would come knocking at this late hour? Logan watched Angus carefully for any sign that he needed assistance. But none came.
“Cait, this is a surprise. Please come in.” Angus stepped aside to let his sister-in-law into his dimly lit home. “We only ever get to see you on Sunday at church. And here it is well past ten on a Saturday night. How did you get out of the house to come all this way?”
“I finished my duties and then I snuck out.” Cait took her soaking wet, brown shawl off her head and unwrapped herself from its woolen security before handing it to Angus. “I couldn’t help myself. I heard Logan was home and I’d rather see him than sleep.”
She let out a gasp of delight when she spotted Logan standing by the only light source in the hut—the fire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she hurried over and embraced him.
“Look at you, Cait. All grown up.” Logan surveyed her at arm’s length.
Cait blushed uncontrollably, as she gave him the most awkward curtsy he ever saw. He stifled a grin. Some things didn’t change. “That’s right. I’m not the little girl who used to pester you day and night.”
“Cait is in training to be a parlor maid.” Angus laid her brown shawl near the fire to dry.
“Is that so?” Logan couldn’t help teasing her. As Nessia’s little sister, Cait felt like his little sister, as well.
“Aye,” Cait nodded proudly, her straight brunette hair shaking off droplets of rain where the wetness had managed to evade her shawl.
“And how is it to be a parlor maid?”
“Most of the time, pretty scary.” Cait rolled her eyes. “Except when I get to cater to Sheena. She’s always very nice to me.”
“Sheena?” Since when did Cait work for Sheena? Surely in the time since Logan’s homecoming Angus might have mentioned something that important. He shot his brother a look.
“Aye,” Cait answered.
“The two older women can be a bit brutish.” Angus wrinkled his nose as if their behavior bore a foul odor.
“But not just to me.” Cait looked from Angus to Logan. “They’re pretty horrible to Sheena, too, when it suits them.” Logan’s face fell.
“What two older women?” His brain tried to put the puzzle together, but he couldn’t without all the pieces. And apparently, after five years away, he couldn’t assume anything anymore. Not even something as simple as Sheena still living with her parents in the house where she grew up. Sheena told him everything had changed. But what exactly did that entail?
Angus’s voice brought Logan’s thoughts back to the present. “The two older women are Sheena’s mother, Tavia, and her aunt Jean.” That only brought to light more questions. If she lived with her mother and aunt, where had her father and brother gone?
Cait spoke up then. “I’d like to give Tavia and Jean a good tongue lashing one of these days.”
“You’d better not.” Nessia wrapped a floor-length shawl around her nightgown as she moved into the circle. All the commotion had awakened her. “You mind your place in that house, Cait. It is a good station for you.”
“Aye,” Cait replied, as a reprimanded child would to her mother.
“Logan, may I have a word with you?” Angus nudged his head in the direction of the door and Logan nodded.
“But I’ve just come,” Cait pouted.
“We’ll have time together.” Logan pinched her cheek. “You don’t think we’d let you go anywhere alone at this hour, do you?” Logan stepped toward his brother. “I’ll take you back. So we’ll catch up then, right?” Her good humor resurfaced before she turned to face her older sister.
“I know this is asking too much, but what about Cait?” Angus whispered, safely out of earshot. “We could never leave without her. And we have practically nothing to sell to raise money.”
“Angus, I’ve made arrangements for seven of us to go. I would never think of leaving Cait behind. I’ve always considered her my family, too.” Logan squeezed his brother’s shoulder, but Angus looked strangely discomfited.
“I don’t understand.” Angus stared down at his fingers, using them to calculate something. “I count one extra person. We’re only six.” He looked up at Logan, his face full of confusion. “You, me, Nessia, Ewan, Duncan, and Cait. Six.”
Logan smiled at him. “You’ve forgotten Sheena.”
Angus took a small step back in bewilderment. “You expect her to go with you?”
“I expect a lot from her, and marrying me is at the top of that list.”
“Logan, Sheena’s mother never thought of you as a good match for Sheena. You’ll have a difficult time convincing them otherwise.” Angus shook his head.
“Aye. So I’ve come to find out since being back.” Logan’s mind floated to his meeting with Sheena at their waterfall. “More than you know.” Logan lowered his head toward his brother to make sure he would hear him even in his hushed tone. “I might as well tell you now. We’ve only got two weeks left in Scotland before we set sail.”
Angus’s jaw dropped, but Logan kept talking. “A few of us promised the other men we’d bring letters back to their families, so we divvied them up and I took the bunch for Glasgow. I should have already delivered them, but with Gordon McDougall’s death, I had to come straight home to Callander. Now we have just about a week to say goodbye to this village before we head to Glasgow. Our ship departs from there and I need time to deliver these letters.”
“A week. Only a week?” Angus raised his eyebrows. But Logan didn’t even know if Angus could keep up a coherent conversation anymore, because he just kept mumbling, “a week.” Nevertheless, Logan nodded once to Angus’s rhetorical question before Nessia broke into their huddle.
“I don’t know what you two are talking about, but Cait must be returned to the Montgomerys’ house immediately. She’s only allowed a limited amount of free time on Sundays. I can’t believe she risked her job to come here on a Saturday night. She should have just waited to see you in church tomorrow, Logan. If someone finds out she is missing, she will lose her post. Then what will she do?”
Angus and Logan exchanged a knowing look. They knew exactly what they wanted Cait to do.
Chapter Four
“So what are the Americas like, Logan?” Cait asked as they made their way to the Montgomery household.
“I stayed mostly in a place they originally called New Inverness, and even though it shares the same name as Inverness, not much else is the same as the Highlands. For one, it’s a lot warmer there.” Even on this spring night, he hugged himself against the wet chill soaking into every inch of his body. “Anyway, now they call it Darien, and it’s in one of the most southern colonies in the Americas, known as Georgia.”
“I can’t even imagine it.” Cait shivered as she sighed. At least it had stopped raining. “I wish I could envision it all.”
Logan looked over at her. “Would you like to go there?” He broached the subject carefully.
“Are you joking?” Cait rolled her eyes. “I’d give anything to be able to live life the way I want to. Have my own home with a husband and children, instead of working in someone else’s house as a parlor maid.” Cait blushed. “Like Nessia.”
“Aye, Nessia and Angus are lucky.” Logan looked straight ahead into the darkness—he wanted the same blissful life with Sheena. “You’re still young, Cait. Do you even have a young man?” Immediately Cait looked down at her shoes, shaking her head. “You don’t?”
