AN: Just a few more years Jenny before we can have our own Scotland adventure. I just hope we don't get thrown back in time cause let us face it I would never survive.

I looked away ashamed. It was totally my fault.

"I'm sorry I was just so tired," I mumbled.

"Well no use crying over it now though you won't live this one down ever," replied Nicky, "Besides we have to deal with two pissed off Scottish men. And if you haven't forgotten we are now in 1745."

I looked over towards are captors. They were rifling through our bags. Rhett seemed to be looking at Nicky's stash of yarn she had collected throughout our tour of Scotland. He looked over at Nicky and raised an eyebrow.

"Never seen a girl knit," she yelled over at him. He shook his head at her and carried on rummaging through her pack.

Iwan on the other hand was going through my pack. He didn't seem bothered by the yarn I had gathered. Apparently he saw something interesting. Moving some of my things out of the way he picked up one of the two books I brought on this trip by the cover letting the pages and the back cover hang freely.

"Hey you be careful with that," I stated.

"The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien," he read out loud, "Who wrote this and what is it about?" He looked towards me clearly expecting an answer.

"Um he is an American colonist writer. No one has really heard of him, but he was a friend of the family. As for the content I don't like to ruin a good book," I lied. I heard Nicky snort next to me.

Iwan looked back down and picked up the second book. This time I noticed he was gentler with the book. It was Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

"That one is written by an American woman colonist and again I won't ruin the story," I lied again before he could ask the question.

"Written by a woman and an American colonist at that," Rhett exclaimed.

"Strange," stated Iwan.

"Yes, a woman who writes a book. Gasp," I replied sarcastically.

Bringing us back to the current situation Nicky asked, "So boys what do you have planned for us?"

Rhett looked at her, "Well red haired lassie we are going to take you to my athair, and he'll know what to do with you two. Though I still say we should have shot you both. More trouble than you're worth, but Iwan here seems to think it is horrible to shoot women."

"Pardon but we don't speak Gaelic remember? What is an athair," asked Nicky.

"It means his father and my uncle," replied Iwan, "And you know full well that if your father found out you shot at women he would skin you alive."

"So where is his athair," I asked.

"Inverarnie about 10 miles away. Home to Clan Shaw."

"TEN MILES! When do you plan to leave?" I looked at Nicky. This was going to be a long trip.

"As soon as Rhett goes and gets the horses from our camp a mile down the river. It will take us about two days to get there if weather is good."

"Eh why do I have to go get the horses," Rhett asked.

"Because I don't trust you to shoot the one who hit you on the head," Iwan replied, "Now get going we want to be off before midday."