Stobie Piel by Molly in the Middle

Author:Molly in the Middle
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Eleven

Even the best-laid plans can go astray. I was so close. I could feel the comfortable carpet beneath my paws. Almost recline on my new, soft cushion. Taste the specially prepared table offerings. But no. Everything is going in the most peculiar direction. And not in favor of a house pet.

Nathan, who was supposed to be my hero, has fallen on hard times. At this moment, he is doing the worst task imaginable. He isand it strains me to admit thisguarding sheep. My worst fears are realized. Rather than ensconce the young mistress and her house pet in the manor, Nathan has turned to herding sheep.

Who would have thought? A fine young man, well dressed, clean. A man with his own coach, a servant. He hasn't moved all morning. He just stares at the sheep. I don't know what he thinks they're going to do. Rampage the manor again, perhaps.

From what I've seen so far, Earnest isn't likely to rampage anything. I'd hoped at least for a good battle between therams. Pawing the earth, charging each other, head-butting. But old Huntley wasn't up for it. I don't think he's even noticed his usurper's arrival.

Not only am I depressed, but bored. Bored enough to find myself tagging along after Flip. He doesn't do much. He likes to keep the ewes away from the gate, remembering how they broke free the last time. Flip seems bored, too. He's paying more attention to me than usual. Seems to find my enhanced smell intriguing.

Which is convenient, since I'm beginning to find him intriguing, too.

Sheep are the most boring creatures in all existence. Nathan began to understand Molly's reluctance to obey her age-old instincts. No wonder she favored following Miren. Nathan sat on a flat rock, staring across the pasture. The sheep barely moved. Every head was down, grazing. Beyond the pasture, the loch was still.

He was a man of action. Not tedium. But maybe it was the price paid for the havoc he had wreaked. Penalty. In hell. In Scotland. His honorable intentions didn't lessen the sexual pressure wrought from hours of desire. He ached. He'd spent a night in bed beside the woman he wanted most, and hadn't touched her.

The temptation had been strong. Nearly intolerable. She sighed in her sleep. She rolled over, and her leg brushed his. She rolled again, and her small, firm bottom touched his hip. Agony. Even the pain in his arm didn't diminish desire's force.

Hell.

His father had warned him of this fate. Nathan glared across the green pasture, but he saw himself at sixteen, defiant. Determined to join a war that Taregan, his father, said could only hurt their people's cause. Taregan had been right. The Seneca were divided, some sent to Kansas, a few remaining in New York.

Taregan defied the government's orders and built a farm on the old Seneca territory. The government took everything away, and sent Taregan and his daughters to Kansas. Glenna had remained behind, as the only person able to help David raise his baby son.

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