Am fear eile ~Outlander~

~Chapter Twenty Two~ Skye

A day turned in a week and that turned into another week. And most of that time we spend on the road and collecting rent along the way.
In every village we stopped Dougal did that thing with Jamie again and every time before he done that I walked out.
One evening I heared something that let something hit me hard in the guts. Dougal was not raising money for himself, he was raising money for the Jacobite rising. The rising of 45.
This didn't take away mine aversion towards Dougal for using his Nephew.
As I packed my bags a few days later, I looked at the men differently. They were not Criminals but Rebels.
And only I knew that this was a losing game, Stuart was never coming back on the throne and in less then 3 years they would find themself dying during the battles or after that.
A sound stopped my thought stream and as I looked up to see why we stopped I gasped in horror.
On top of the small hill we stopped under where two crosses and it was not hard to see that on those crosses where hanging two men. Dougal gave the order to rode towards it and there we stopped again.
Nobody spoke as we started at the men. Chest on covered, a cross cut into it.
"Traitors," Dougal said simply and I saw Jamie made a cross.
"There hanging here for at least a week," Rupert said next to me as he started at them.
"Longer, depending on the smell," Young Willie filled in.
"Bloody Bastards," Angus spitted and I knew he didn't mean the watch but the Red coats.
"Take them doon," Dougal orderd, "Wrap the bodies," Jamie and Rupert followed it and walked towards the crosses.
"We gave them a proper Christian burial," Ned said as Jamie and rest did the task.
A half hour later we stood for two graves, as the crosses burned behind Dougal.
Later that night at the tavern, the happening of this middaychanged the story for Dougal and Jamie was no longer used as Prop to raise money. After the money was Collect I stood tired of the events of today.

A sound woke me up from a very light sleep and I sat right up in my bed.
Very carefully I pulled the blanket around me and stood up. On mine tippy toes I walked towards the door and pulled it open.
Falling over something in the progress.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed as the figure let something in Gaelic. "What are you doing here then?" I asked suprised as I saw Jamie.
"A'm 'ere tae protect ye, they men doonby ur drunk, a young lass upstairs mak' th' pairtie complete," he explained. "I dinna think ye could care for such attention,"
"So you sleep on the cold hard floor, in front of my door, to stop men from rapping me?" I asked suprised by his action. "That is galent."
"Well," he smiled looking suddenly shy at the ground.
"I'm sorry I stepped on you and thank you again Jamie. Have a goodnight," I wanted to close the door but I tought of something. "Would you like to come inside and sleep here,"
He looked shocked at me. "Na lassie, ah cannae dae that. It wull damage yer honour," I laught a little.
"My honour Jamie, my honour is already damaged and besides I meant for you to sleep on the floor in here, not in my bed," I smiled.
"Canna dae that either," he declined.
"Than atleast let me give you some blankets," I walked to my bed grabbed a few blankets and gave them to him. "Here you go,"
"Cheers lassie, noo gang tae bed. We'll hae a lang ride th'morra," He smiled as he laid down on the floor again.
"Sleep well Jamie," I smiled at the dark figure on the floor.
"Sleep weel," he mutterd back as I closed the door with a little smile.
Stumbeling towards my bed feeling more safe now that I knew Jamie slept outside my door, keeping his promise that as long as he was around me he would protect me.

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Sorry for the long time not posting.
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