Highland Chieftain by Hannah Howell EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Hannah Howell
- Language: English
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He needed to get his head above the water. Callum struggled upward,
every movement sending pain ripping through his body. His lungs were ready
to burst by the time he succeeded. Despite the pain dogging him, he took a
moment to catch his breath and look around.
The shore appeared to be miles away, although Callum knew that was not
true, was just an illusion. He could vaguely recall the men tossing him in.
Ignoring his screams, they had taken him by his arms and legs and swung
him a few times before letting his body go. Callum knew he was not far from
the shore but the pain throbbing in his leg told him it would be a long, hard
haul to get there. The water did not ease the pain at all.
Gritting his teeth, he attempted to swim back to the shore. Pain tore
through his leg and he bit back a scream, hissing out curses between his
clenched teeth. He turned onto his back and let his wounded leg just hang.
His arms were not in much better shape but they were not broken and he used
them to propel himself along. Very slowly. Then his foot touched the ground,
agony tore through his leg, and he floundered. Callum gave out a shaky curse
when he settled again. The pain really was too much. He did not think he
would reach the shore any longer.
“Sweet Jesu,” he muttered, lying in the water with a useless leg dangling
beneath him.
Just a few more strokes, he told himself. Just a few more and he could
collapse on solid ground and think about his next move. Each move he made
would have brought a scream if he had not clamped his mouth shut. He did
not know what had been done to his leg, aside from breaking it, but he was
now determined to have a look. After that, once he was fully recovered from
his injuries, he would make the bastards who had done this to him pay dearly.
The moment his hands could reach the bottom without his head going
beneath the water, Callum turned and used them to pull himself up onto the
bank. He gave up when he was half the way out of the water, his arms folding
and dropping him to the ground. A soft grunt escaped him when the side of
his face hit a rock but he did not, could not, move. Callum thought about
checking his leg to see how bad it was but he was exhausted. He closed his
eyes and, even as he wondered where he was, he passed out.
* * *
Bethoc Matheson winced and cursed as she walked along, every bruise her
father had given her protesting her movements. She suspected that bringing
little Margaret was not helping her but the girl needed some time away from
the brutality of her father, from the pall of unhappiness that hung over the
house. The man grew worse every day. Bethoc dreamed of leaving but there
was the problem about where she should go.
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