Photography by Simon Berger, Unsplash
An Agent of the Crownby Kathleen Buckley
©2020 Kathleen Gail Buckley
The Scottish Lowlands, late May, 1746
Swithin Fowler leaned against his tired horse as it drank from the stream, feeling the reassuring weight of gold in the flat canvas belt inside his shirt. Money for travel, bribes, whatever he needed. It had purchased the tough little galloway mare, now worn thin from eight months with too little rest. He himself was less exhausted than sickened. All he wan...
Published on July 21, 2020 14:19