The horses couldn't be going any faster. The highlands were treacherous and rocky slopes, but Malcolm MacGuffin didn't let them stop him and his mount from reaching DunBroch as rapidly as he could. Half of his men were on horseback, while the other was sailing to destination with his father.
A look of determination mixed with anger and worry was drawn on his face as he furiously tugged and whipped his enormous clydesdale's reigns.
After an entire day of nearly constant riding he'd exhausted two horses, barely taking a moment to switch his mounts before launching himself into the chase once more.
His break-neck speed had made his clansmen fall behind, becoming only specks behind the young lord's tenacious riding.
When stars started to appear between the dark clouds overhead, a tall wispy column of black smoke rose above the hills in the distance, contrasting the cheery colours of the fading dusk.
The dark omen made Malcolm's heart sink at the sight, but he pushed forward to mute his tro