The Irish End Games, Books 1-3 by Unknown

The Irish End Games, Books 1-3 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-09T00:00:00+00:00


27

“You’ll do something about that little hoor, Mike Donovan, or I’ll scratch her eyes out and feed ‘em to the hogs!”

“I’ll handle it, Anna.”

“I’ll not be eased by smarm, mind! Do something or I will! My Davie can’t seem to stay away from that sleeveen and I’ve a mind to throw in a pair of bollocks to sweeten the deal with yon pigs!”

God’s teeth, I’ll kill that fecking Caitlin!

“She’ll not be bothering your Davie any more, Anna. I promise you. What you do with your husband’s bollocks is entirely up to you.”

“Are ya being funny, Mike? Only maybe you’ve developed a sense of humor on your travels that don’t translate here.” Anna stood with her hands on her hips, the very picture of the irate wife.

“Not at all, Anna,” he said soothingly. “I’ll take care of it, you can be sure.”

The woman snorted and stomped out of the cottage he used as an office. Fiona sat in a corner of the room, her feet up on a chair. She shook her head at him.

“Don’t you have work to do?” he asked, irritated. “Is this what went on while I was gone? A bunch of layabouts and no work?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to go there, brother dear,” Fiona said, getting slowly to her feet. “I told you Caitlin was becoming a handful.”

“Screwing the other women’s husbands in camp?” He shook his head in bafflement. “Is she just bored or barking? Or both?”

“I don’t know, but it was well beyond Gavin’s ability to handle, that’s for sure.”

“Fine, Fi. I get it. I’m back now. I’ll handle it.”

“How? Are you going to put stocks in the center of camp? I hear that worked well in America in the seventeen hundreds. Oh, wait, no it didn’t. How about stripping her and shaving her head? Although I have to say, our Caitlin is just perverse enough to enjoy the attention.”

“Good God, was she always like this?”

“You mean when Ellen was alive?” Fiona softened her tone when she mentioned the name of Mike’s dead wife. “I don’t know. Might be we just didn’t see it then.”

“Well, whatever, can you send her in to me? Do you know where she is?” Mike ran a frustrated hand through his hair and pushed aside the stack of maps on his desk. He had been trying to sort out where the existing pits and snares were located around the perimeter of camp to decide if more needed to be dug.

Gavin had earlier helpfully pointed out that there weren’t enough men in the camp to man the ones they already had.

“And John, too? If you should happen to see him.”

Fiona stopped as she was moving toward the door. “I’ll try.”

Mike glanced up in time to catch the sympathetic look she gave him. His homecoming had been everything he had expected it would be.

It hadn’t been pretty.

John was one of the very first people to watch him ride into camp, and the look on his face when he saw Mike was one that Mike would take with him to his grave.



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