Both men were above six feet tall. The one on the right had what appeared to be curly black hair that went down to his neck, but the sunlight revealed that his hair was actually dark brown. The one on the left had shorter curly chestnut brown hair that had flecks of red throughout. Both had square jaws, were fair skinned, and had scruffy beards. They were related that much was clear.

"I call dibs on the dark haired brunette," I whispered to Nicky.

"Seriously, they are pointing rifles at us and you are calling dibs."

"Damn straight I'm calling dibs. Beside we probably just stumbled across some Scottish reenactment."

"So what should we say?"

"We come in peace?"

At the exact same moment the two men seemed to be contemplating us. They were talking in what I assumed was Gaelic. Their voices slowly rising quieted Nicky and I. I wasn't sure I liked the way they were looking at us.

"Maybe we should just go back to Clava Cairns," I suggested.

"I fully agree. No need to get murdered by some crazy Scots no matter how bloody gorgeous they are."

"Do you have your pepper spray ready?"

"Yep and you?"

I nodded. Slowly we started to back away as they were busy arguing.

"When we reach the top of the hill run," Nicky whispered. At that moment they noticed us backing away from them and yelled something completely incoherent at us. "RUN," screamed Nicky.

"Don't shoot them, Rhett. They are women not redcoats," I heard someone yell behind me.

"What should we do then, Iwan? Chase them like lambs."

"Well that could work. They clearly don't understand Gaelic."

I was almost at the top of the hill. Nicky was just ahead of me. When I felt something hit me like a freight train.

"Where do you think you're going lass?"It was the dark hair brunette.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," I screamed. All I could think about was that there was a large possibility that I was going to be raped and then murdered by a raving mad Scots man. I was clawing at the ground trying to worm my way away from him, but he pulled me back towards him turning me so I was looking up at him. But then I remember one of the most important weaknesses in the male anatomy. I brought up my knee swiftly and hard to his groin.

"ARGGGGG YOU DAMN WOMAN," he cried out in pain as he rolled off of me. I then stood up and reach for my pack and grabbed the frying pan we used for cooking. Seeing me raise the pan over my shoulder he said in a low grumble, "Don't you fucking dare."

Looking down at him I swung the pan with all my might at the side of his head. He went down like a sack of bricks. I smirked, "Maybe Rapuznel was right frying pans make great weapons." I looked around and caught Nicky using her mean right hook on her attacker. Grabbing the pepper spray that had dropped in the grass during the struggle I booked it towards Nicky.

"Nicky, catch." She looked up and saw me throw the pepper spray towards her. "Please let her catch it," I thought with all my might. There was a moment when I thought she wasn't going to catch it, but it landed safely in her palm.

"Hey ass wipe look here," she exclaimed. The Scotsman turned towards her and she released peppery hell on his ass.

He went down fast holding his face screaming, "GOD DAMN ENGLISH WHORES! YOU SASSENACHS!"

Making my way towards her a little less rushed than before I handed her the frying pan, "Might as well knock him out as well."

"You bloody," he didn't get to finish what he thought we were as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"What the bloody hell should we do with them? We can't just leave them here can we," I asked Nicky.

"Do you remember the knots and rope work we learned for cattle and sheep? Do you still think you can do that?"

"Yep. I was the best at tying up sheep in my group."

"Well then no time to waste before they recover let us get the rope and tie them up. Do you still call dibs on the dark haired brunette?"

"If you mean to tie him up then yes. That bloody bastard is going to have the most horrible rope burns."

Smiling Nicky unzipped her pack and got out the rope.