The Highlander
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A few knocks came upon Rosies door and the most melodic of voices followed.
"Ti's most rude of ye' no tae open the door fer a wounded man lass"
The man had seen her and had the audacity to tease her about her manners after coming upon her land unannounced but more importantly he seemed to know she was alone in the cottage. Rosie was furious, how dare he correct her in her manners.
" Aye, unfortunately for you we lowlanders don't make it a habit to open the doors for strangers that look like they can crush your skull between their hands"
The strangers booming laughter could be heard miles away she was sure of it and it only furthered her anger that he made it quite clear he was enjoying himself in what she considered to be a serious and dangerous situation.
"Come lass open the door I give ye mee word I won't lay a hand on ye" he said amusement clear in his voice and then he added " unless ye want me tae lassie, do ye want me tae?".
" It would be a cold day in hell when I let your hands come anywhere near me highlander, now go away!"
" However much this conversation has delighted mee bonny lass, mee wounds are gettin worse and if ye donna open this door yer going tae have tae stand aside cos I'm going to break it down"
What Rosie doesn't seem to know however is that the door isn't the only thing coming crashing into her life.
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