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Dan Reid

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  1. Im in the midst of a sixteen week algebra class squeezed into one month...hehe....have a hard time finding time to sleep much less write. Hamish is with Lilly and I trust her to use him as she sees fit till I can take back over in a couple of weeks.
  2. Hamish stumbled thru the front door of the Grace with a guard in each hand. As he crashed their heads together and let them to the ground he noticed Sterling being led away by the guards, followed by the man in black who had upset his dog so. "Damnation" Hamish swore as he saw the fruits of his labor go for nothing. Raising his voice, he shouted above the din, "Break it off, lads! Our job be done. Make for the 'Reiver'" he shouted. One by one, the Scotsmen let their final blows fall and made for any available exit, scattering into the night like the mist their ship is named for.
  3. Hamish joined up with a dozen of his men outside the Royal Grace Inn. "There be a problem boys," he laughed, "how ye be feelin about a brawl?" Many quiet laughs came from the Scotsmen as they gathered round their captain. "There be a fellow in there what be in a tight spot. We be causin a diversion ta get 'im away from the watch. What say ye, lads?" he asked, knowing the answer he wanted was already given. "MacGregor, take six o' the boys around ta the back and we'll meet ye in the middle." Hamish popped his knuckles as he grinned. "Now lads, we be not wantin' ta hurt them English popinjays too much. So, no blades, unless ye be needin ta save yer skin. Fist-i-cuffs and pins only. When we be done, the rum be on me." MacGregor chose his men and quickly made his way to the kitchen entrance where signal was given. Hamish looked at his lads and smiled a knowing smile. This would turn out to be quite the brawl. "Alright boys, let's have at em!" with a loud yell the seven Scotsmen dove thru the door of the Royal Grace and launched a spirited attack upon the redcoats inside. Fists and feet flew from every direction as the guard was suprised by the fury of the rowdy Scots sailors. MacGregor, hearing the yell from his comrades launched his own attack thru the kitchen door. He was suprised to find the kitchen filled with red coats, but the suprise was quickly turned to joy as he noticed the look on the young officers face as he and his six men burst in upon them. The Scotsmen layed into the guards, fists flying, and pushed their way towards the door to the common room.
  4. "Lilly, I be doin' me best to see ye on that ship. But, we must be patient. We be waitin' on the good doctor ta call fer us. Then we be seein what ken be done." At that moment, Thomas, MacCraig's young clansman entered the tavern and walked up to his Laird, tugging his forelock. A quick whisper was delivered to captain's ear. MacCraige looked sharply at his young sailor. "Summon th' lads an meet me there. Be quick about it, Thomas, damn quick about it" the boy turned and ran from the room. Hamish turned back to Lilly. "There 'as been somethin' come up. I wan' ye ta stay righ' 'ere in this room till I be returnin, or till th' good doctor returns. I be leavin' Mate here wit' ye. He may be small, but 'es a scrappy lil mutt. If'n ye feel threatened in any way, take yerself straight away ta the 'Angel' an' find Doctor Reiley. I mus' go lass, please do me biddin. " He looked at the little, black dog, "Stay wit' her Mate and keep 'er safe." the little dog barked his reply as MacCraige stood and hurried from the taven back towards the city.
  5. "I would see 'im hanged by the watch." Hamish replied, taking the pipe from his mouth. "But should it come to it, I will be dealin' wit' him meself. If he be a landed man, then 'e may 'ave connections wit' the watch. Be that the case, me an the lads be handlin' matters ourselves. I would be jus' as 'appy to see 'im dangle from me yard arm as from the gallows. Rest assured Mistress, 'e will pay dearly fer 'is attack." Hamish puffed stiffly on his pipe, the cherry burning brightly within the clay bowl. "I be sendin' MacGregor and Thomas off ta find the scoundrel." "Now on ta other matters. 'ow ken I be o' service in helpin ye wit' Cap'n Sterling? We must be patient until the good doctor returns but I would know what I be up against in this endeavor. It seems ta me that the Cap'n and 'is mate not be to fond of lettin' ye on the Angel."
  6. I would like to think he is a Scotty, but I do not know if the breed existed at the time. If it didn't, then he is a mutt that looks like a scotty..hehe. As far as a Scotsman having a small dog like that. Remember, MacCraige is a ship's master and the dog has an important job on board as a rat catcher. I know the Dutch used a breed called a Schipperke for such a purpose. Hamish has a big heart, so the little dog would fit nicely with him, I think.
  7. "So he's alive is he?" Hamish laughed quietly to the doctor. A sly smile crossed his lips, " I always be up fer a challenge, good doctor. Wha' ye have in mind?" The little dog did his best to comfort his new friend as she sat crying. Lilly reached down and plucked him from the ground, cradling him against her chest as she cried softly into the sleek, black fur. Mate, being a gentlemanly dog, softly licked the tears from her cheek. "I be willin' to help ye, doctor, if it be helpin' miss Lilly. But I will 'ave ye know I mean ta find her attacker an' see 'im hanged. I ken put the task o findin that scoundrel to me first mate fer now, but should 'e be found I will be damned if he be gettin away."
  8. Hamish woke with a start, hearing the soft sounds of the woman weeping in the bed he sat next to. "Ah, dear lady, why do ye cry? Do yer wound be hurtin? I ken rouse the doctor if ye wish." he whispered softly, noticing her still form hugging the little dog to her breast. "mayhaps ye be needin a glass o wine ta calm ye?" he turned and filled a glass from the decanter upon the table. "It be near ta mornin'. I should be about findin that scallywag what done this to ye."
  9. MacCraige quickly took Lilly's hand as she started from her dream. "Tis alright lass, ye be havin' a nightmare. Ye be safe now. Go back ta sleep, mornin' will be here soon enough" he said with a yawn. He settled back into the chair beside her bed and looked to his first mate who sat facing the door, his pistol resting across his knee. "I be watchin' fer a while Ewan, get ye some rest." he said to the sailor. "Aye cap'n, I be a bit tired." he laughed softly. Ewan MacGregor stood and stretched his shoulders before finding a spot against the wall to lean his worn frame. He was asleep before his body was completely stretched out upon the floor. Doctor Reiley sat in the corner, his head tilted back, snoring as if he would shake the shingles from the roof. "Who can be sleepin' wit that bit o' noise in any case." MacCraige laughed to himself.
  10. and now we be havin' two murderous scoundrels ta deal wit, Mr Hutchinson and that scallywag Pinon.
  11. Hamish took a knee next to the bed where Lilly lay and took her hand in his own, "Glad I am ta see ye back amoung the livin'" he said and gently raised her hand to his lips. "I hope this rascal o' a dog is keepin' ye good company." A frown clouded his wind burned face, " I be findin' the man what did this to ye. He be seein' th' point o' me blade afore tis all said and done." MacCraige promised his friend.
  12. after a futile nights search for the illusive Mr Hutchison, MacCraige made his way to the constable's office to report the man's name to the watch. As he neared the watch office he once again noticed the man in black who had assisted Capt Sterling to his ship only nights before. Hamish, being in no mood for pleasantries this morning, stormed by the man "Stand aside, you." he called as he entered the watch commander's office, scowling darkly at the man as he pushed past him. After making his report to the constable concerning Ms Lilly's attacker, an angry and foot worn Laird MacCraige returned to the Three Crowns to check on the progress of his wounded friend. "MacGregor, it be me," he called as he neared the door and entered. MacGregor replaced the pistol to his belt as his captain entered and looked down at the still sleeping Lilly McKinney. Turning to Dr Reiley he asked, "How be she doin, doctor? Be she gonna make it?" the little dog looked up from the bed, gave a low bark of greeting and promply went back to sleep.
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