Blood of the Clans Ch 14
As the morning sun rose, Loch Etive became a glow of brilliant gold. The calm waters reflected the beams and made them dance along the surface. Sloan Fraser stood looking at the scene and imagined himself a chief, having a castle and lands held by the Fraser’s, something they never had in their clan history. He mounted his horse and looked at his clan, some busy preparing meals and others honing weapons or making arrows. He noticed many looking towards him and knew they were putting their...