Augusta gathered her shawl more closely around her, but nothing was going to penetrate the chill in her bones. I’m going to die in Scotland after all.“Of course I turned the bull loose on you,” Altsax said. “I also literally tried to move mountains to put period to your miserable existence, but Scotland has ever been unwilling to accommodate the plans of her betters.” “Because she has none,” Augusta said. “Must you drag me at such an unseemly pace through this bracken?” She raised her voice as much as she dared, hoping the noise might alert someone from the hunting party. “She has none? When all her best and brightest have long since deserted this heathen realm? The only Scots left behind are those too poor or stubborn to abandon the place. May disease and poverty soon finish them off. Come along.” He jerked her elbow hard enough to send Augusta to her knees, where she briefly considered wrestling him for the gun. “Get up, you stupid bitch. This hunt won’t last all morning, and your tragic demise can’t happen just anywhere.
