Claiming the Highlander

Adieu, my ladies. If you ever venture to Scotland…leave the husbands at home. (Braden)

You better not tup our sister! Or you’ll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister! (Duncan) Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time? (Braden)

Ever the charmer, eh, Braden? (Sin) Hold your tongue, Sin. (Braden) I would, but with my luck, one of your giant Scottish bugs would land on it. Besides, it makes my hand wet and pruney when I do that. (Sin)

Well, well. What have we here? (Thief #1) Looks like we got some little pigeons just right for a plucking. (Thief #2) Well, well. What have we here? (Sin) Looks like a pack of fools wanting to die. (Braden)

And are you suspicious of me? (Maggie) Woman, I’m suspicious of anyone who acts altruistically. I’ve only known a handful of people in my entire life who were actually kind. The vast majority of people only help others when they know it’ll benefit them in some manner. (Sin)

Especially given the severity of some of her curses. God help him if any of them ever came true. Why, he’d be a two-headed, three-toed, monkey-nosed, blind son of a cesspit-licking lackey if she had her way. (Braden)

Do I need to go for a stroll? (Sin) Nay. I’m merely trying to kill your brother. (Maggie)

Your brother is a beslubbering, churlish, hell-governed princox, and I hope one day he gets the beating he deserves for it. (Maggie)

Nay! Can it be Braden’s made it a whole hour without a woman? Quick, Lochlan, send for a healer afore he collapses from the stress of celibacy. (Ewan) Now, that’s no joking matter. It’s not good for a man to go too long without a woman. His juices back up and before you know it, he turns into a soured, ill-tempered beastie…So that’s what happened to you! Come. We’d best find you a woman quickly before you get any worse. (Braden)

It seems the women have decided I must put a stop to the feud against the MacDouglas or else they’ll serve us no more. (Lochlan) In any capacity. (Ewan) By Satan’s hairy toes, Sin, it appears I’ve died and gone to hell. (Braden)

Clumsy? Why, I’ve had more women than you, you whelp. Well. Maybe not more than you, but certainly more than Ewan. (Lochlan) That’s not saying much. My left boot has had more women than Ewan. (Braden)

Is that a threat? You’re but one man against all of us. (Fergus) 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. (Braden)

I say burn that witch. (Enos) Aye. Burn the witch. Burn the witch. (Clan) Burn the witch and her ugly shoes too! (Enos) (Braden frowned at him.) Well, they are ugly. (Enos)

Leave him be, Sin, or I swear, in the mood I’m in, I’ll tear your head off your shoulders and use it for a footstool. (Braden)

God help him if any of them ever came true. Why, he'd be a two-headed, three-toed, monkey-nosed, blind son of a cesspit-licking lackey is she had her way.

His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas’s throat. “To get to her, you’ll have to come through me.” “You want to die for her?” Robby asked. “Aye,” Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. “I will die for her.

Braden arched his brow as Maggie walked away. She was truly something else. What she was, he couldn't say in polite company, but never before had he met a woman quite like her.

Without a word or glance, Sin walked past her and climbed up to the stables loft. 'What's he doing?' she asked Braden as she rejoined him. 'I'm leaving the two of you alone,' Sin's muffled voice answered from above. Braden tilted his head up to stare at the wooden beams above their heads. 'Like it would matter, since we know you can hear everything we say?' 'Aye, well, I'm a pervert, not a voyeur.'" -Maggie, Sin, & Braden

A man protects those who need it most. Those who cannot protect themselves." -Sin