NEAR A HUGE GLACIAL BOULDER AT THE FOOT OF GLEN SHEE, MCCOMIE AND HIS MEN CAME FACE TO FACE WITH THE RENT COLLECTORS. CLAYMORES WERE DRAWN, AND SPORRANS WERE BRISTLING. MCCOMIE LOUDLY DEMANDED THE RETURN OF THE OLD WOMAN’S CHICKENS, AND THE ATHOLL MEN JUST AS LOUDLY REFUSED. BUT ‘STALEMATE’ WASN’T IN THE DICTIONARY OF THE HIGHLANDERS, AND MCCOMIE MOR WAS HAVING NO NONSENSE. WITH ONE BLOW OF HIS SWORD HE SEVERED THE LEADER’S HEAD, AND HIS COMPANIONS SET ABOUT THE OTHERS WITH SUCH FORCE THAT THREE MORE CORPSES SOON LAY AT THEIR FEET. THE SURVIVORS DROPPED THEIR WEAPONS AND RAN.
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