"What the devil is the meaning of this?" Lochlan asked. "What are all of you doing here?"

"We've come for answers," Fergus said over the murmuring voices. "I saw the way you and your brothers cozied up to the women, and now I'm thinking you and them fancy brothers of yours are wanting to be keeping our women for yourselves."

Lochlan gaped in disbelief. "You canna be serious."

"What else are we to think?" Davis snarled.

At a score and ten years, with a thick mop of tawny hair and a slight build, Davis was normally one of the more reliable men of the clan. But by the furious look on his face, Lochlan could tell Fergus had stirred up quite a bit of mischief while Lochlan had been gone.

"All of us here know that Braden MacAllister never sleeps alone," Davis continued, "and now you've left him locked up in the kirk with our women. He's probably in a darkened corner even as we speak with one of our women wrapped about him. And G.o.d help you both if it's my wife he's with."

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"Aye!" the others shouted in unison.

Lochlan could feel his blood starting to boil Granted, Braden was a bit rambunctious when it came to women, but even his scandalous brother knew when to draw the line of propriety.

Most of the time, anyway.

It wasn't Fergus's or Davis's place to reprimand Braden. That was for Lochlan to do.

"I left Braden in there to get the women out,' Lochlan explained.

About half the men snorted in disgust.

Dermot came forward. Only half an inch shorter than Lochlan, the older man's light gray eyes burned in anger. "I've spent the better par of a decade guarding my daughters from that randy brother of yours, and now you expect me to believe he's not in there, right now, lining the women up to choose one or even more to warn his bed? Whose knotty-pated decision was it to send him in there in the first place?"

The word "mine" faltered on Lochlan's tongue No need to make the matter any worse than it already was. None of his men were ready to listen to reason.

Silently, Lochlan cursed his brother's raging hormones and good looks. Better he should have had a brother who looked like a warted troll than one who was forever being pursued by the fairer s.e.x.

The men began shouting at him again.

Lochlan held his hands up to silence them.

Seeking to allay their fears, he explained Braden's plan as best he could and prayed for them to listen.

"Braden went inside the kirk to bring Maggie out. She's the only woman he's after; the rest are safe."

Bitter, cruel laughter broke out.

"What kind of fools do you take us for?" Davis asked. "None ofus would have Maggie on her best day.

Now, why would your brother be after her when he could have the best-looking among them?"

The coldhearted statement brought a sudden echoing silence to the hall.

All eyes turned slowly to Maggie's four brothers who had come inside with the others. Stephen, Ian, Duncan and Jamie looked as if they were ready to kill each man standing in the room.

"And just what do you be meaning by that, Davis MacDowd?" Jamie asked in a low, lethal tone.

Davis stammered as he regarded the four angry brothers united in defense of their baby sister. "I didn't mean much. It's just... you know yourself that no man here has ever courted her."

The words only served to make the brothers' faces even redder, their bodies more tense as they regarded the men around them.

"And what's wrong with my little sister?" Duncan took up the challenge.

"First, she's not much to look at," Fergus said. "And second, she's off in the head. Look what she's gone and done with the women! Not to mention, she attacked me in the kirk when I went to see my wife."

The words set off total chaos in the hall as the four brothers growled in rage, then attacked their clansmen.

Lochlan joined the fray, trying to bring peace to his men. Curses and shouts rang through the hall, along with the sounds of fists striking flesh, and breaking furniture.

Lochlan had never in his life seen such a melee.

The urge to cross the room and remove his sword from the mantel was strong, but he didn't truly want to hurt any of them. He did, however, want them to exercise a little restraint.

As Lochlan struggled to pull the brothers from the fray, five men set upon him at once. Before Lochlan could extract himself from their beefy hands, they seized him and set him down hard in a chair before the hearth.

"What are you doing?" Lochlan demanded as three of the men held him in place while two others grabbed ropes.

The answer was plain.

After a few more minutes, Maggie's four brothers were seated next to him, the five of them trussed up like birds for the slaughter.

Cursing them all, Lochlan struggled against the ropes which bound him to the chair. If he ever got out of this, they would pay dearly for their actions.

Fergus and the others looked down upon them with evil smiles. "Now it's time we find us a laird who can actually handle the-"

"What in the name of Satan's hairy toes is this?"

Fergus's face paled at the sound of the deep bellow.

Settling down, Lochlan breathed a sigh of relief at Braden's appearance.

But his relief was short-lived.

The mob turned on Braden with a vengeance. Their angry voices again reached a deafening tone.

Until a loud whistle sounded.

The men settled down, and they drifted back, making a path from Braden to Lochlan and Maggie's brothers.

His face a mask of fury, Braden stepped forward and eyed the crowd. "Would someone care to explain to me why my brother, your laird, is tied to a chair?"

A wave of sheepishness washed through the men. Except for Fergus. He moved forward to confront Braden. "We want this matter with the women settled."

"And you think tying Lochlan to a chair is the best way to accomplish this?"

Lochlan smiled. With Braden here, he allowed himself to see the ridiculousness of the situation.

Fergus looked shamed.

Shaking his head, Braden started for Lochlan's chair. But a big, burly Enos stepped out of the crowd to block him. "Your brother isn't going anywhere until my wife is back inside my home, tending our children, warming my bed and cooking me some food worth eating."

"Aye," Fergus shouted. "I say we kill the laird and take our women back!"

The men quickly took up Fergus's shout of "Kill the laird, kill the laird."

Lochlan held his breath, afraid of what the obsessed mob might do. d.a.m.n, but he should have grabbed his sword while he had the chance.

"Whoa!" Braden shouted over them, until he shushed them once more. "Have you lost all your wits?

That's your laird you're speaking of. The man all of you have sworn to follow and protect with your lives."

"He stands between us and our women!"

Braden took a deep breath as he regarded the sea of angry men. This was quickly getting out of hand.

And if he didn't stop it soon, there was no telling what they might do.

Sweet Mother Mary, what had Maggie started?

"Now let's be reasonable for just a moment, men," Braden tried again. "Killing Lochlan won't get your women back. They've sworn an oath to each other and that oath has nothing to do with his life."

"Fine, then," Fergus said. "We'll kill him, send Ewan to the MacDouglas, and have our women home by week's end."

"Aye!"

"Aye, h.e.l.l!" Braden roared. "You kill my brothers and you'll have me to deal with."

Fergus snorted as he raked a cold look over Braden's body. "Is that a threat? You're but one man against all of us."

Braden returned the cold glare with one of his own. "Aye. I'm one man with a full garrison of troops sitting rather nicely entrenched on my English lands. Trained knights and soldiers ready to march at my command. You touch one hair on Lochlan's head and I can promise you, I'll see every one of you in your grave."

That gave them pause. At last, Braden had found the one thing to reach through their stubbornness.

"You know, Fergus," Davis said, "he does have those lands that tie MacAllister loyalty to England, and the English king might not take it kindly if we attack him, especially now that the MacAllister is on peaceful terms with King Henry."

"Then what do you want?" Fergus asked him and the others. "We let the laird go and then just wait? I'm sick of waiting. Me bairns are screaming for their mother."

"He's right about that," Enos said. "I've heard his brood crying myself."

"Look," Braden interjected. "I was trying to work out a truce with Maggie."

Enos spat on the ground. "I say burn that witch."

"Aye," the men shouted in unison. "Burn the witch. Burn the witch."

"Burn the witch and her ugly shoes too!" Enos shouted.

Braden frowned at him.

"Well, they are ugly," Enos said defensively.

"Would you stop!" Braden shouted. "First you want to kill my brother, and now you're after Maggie.

And her shoes. Is there anything short of bloodshed that would bring this matter to a conclusion?"

The imbeciles actually paused to think. And from their faces Braden could see just how much effort they were having to give it.

"I swear by the eternal saints," Braden muttered under his breath. "If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to get Maggie for doing this to all of us."

Now what was he to do? He'd come here to bicker a settlement with Lochlan, not the entire clan.

"Well," Fergus said to him at last. "What do you think we should do?"

Braden had absolutely no idea, but since one of the men still held a sword a little too close to Lochlan's throat, he didn't think this was the time to say that aloud.

"I'll go back and talk to Maggie." Which would be like arguing with a wall.

Or these men.

And of course he had no idea what to say to her, since he already knew just where she stood on the matter.

Braden ground his teeth in frustration. How on earth would he ever get this settled?

And at this point, he was tired of walking back and forth to the castle and the kirk. Enough was enough.

Sighing disgustedly, he started back through the men.

"You better not tup our sister!" Duncan snarled at him. "Or you'll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister!"

Braden paused midstride, turned back around, and looked at Maggie's brothers drolly. "Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time?"

Duncan pursed his lips as he strained against the ropes holding him down. But luckily, the boy held his tongue.

Braden paused as he regarded the five of them by the hearth. He couldn't walk off and leave them tied up like that.

He turned to face Fergus. "Let them go and I'll-"

"We'll be doing no such thing," Fergus responded, interrupting him. "How do we know you're really going to talk to that she-witch and bring them out?"

"You have my word on it."

Fergus snorted. "If it didn't involve a woman, I might accept that. But as it is, we'll be keeping your brother tied where he is until you return with the women behind you."

Now, why didn't that thought comfort him in the least?