Riga - Range's Sabbatical (Yeah sure)

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Riga - Range's Sabbatical (Yeah sure)

THE SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS:

It’s the winter and father has not come for me. If not for Angus and many of huis fellow clansmen, I would have perished. With no place to hide from the biting winter chill I have been adopted into a clan.

Its leader, or chief is a harsh and horrid man that has designs on me. If not for Angus, a terrible fate would have assuredly befallen me. Angus has become my defender.

Ooo has not pressed me, because of Angus’ standing. Angus brings money into the clan because of his license to trade cattle with the English.

Even if dad never finds me, I feel somewhat content to be here if only for Angus watching over me. He’s kind and makes me forget what I’ve left behind. He’s already begun to build me my very own hovel to live in.

It’s strange how my outlook and expectations have changed. I know what I’ve lost…but, somehow it doesn’t matter with me being in a world with Angus.

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Riga - Range's Sabbatical (Yeah sure) 13

WALES:

The Governor’s coach headed down a tree lined winding road. Suddenly, a mask highwayman dropped down onto the coach from the branches above. The driver was immediately rendered unconscious and the highwayman quickly took control of the reins of the coach

The mounted guard to the rear of the coach was also easily dispatched with a well placed arrow before he could call out alarm. He fell harmlessly upon the trail without alerting the riders in front of the coach.

Around the bend, the guards in the front of the coach signaled to the driver of the coach to pull to a stop. There were several mounted mask men blocking their path.

CAPTAIN OF THE GUARDS: Give way for the governor’s coach.

LEADER: We will not give way as long the governor takes more than the King asks of her people.

CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD: You insolent dog!

No sooner had the Captain of the guard’s begun to spur his horse toward the mask riders, the captain and his three riders were quickly cut down by numerous arrows.

Peter, one of the highwaymen looked at his leader.

PETER: Couldn’t we have dispatched the Governor’s men with our swords.

LEADER: Yes…but, why chance the loss of any of us?

The leader of the Highwaymen then slowly brought his horse to the side door of coach. He opened the door and peered in.

LEADER: Dear Tax Collector, if you cherish your life…please relinquish all the ill-gotten payment you have gathered.

GOVERNOR: And, who will the governor have the privilege in hanging one day for this outrage.

LEADER: Richard…son of Range…

Governor: Who?


The End:

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