Xavier stood in the shadowy background of the trees and waited for her.
He stared longingly at the house with the windmill. Embittered thoughts raced through his mind. He was surprised that he still seethed in silent rage.
No one would cheat him of his birthright and get away with it, not if he had anything to do about it.
Now it’s time to make good on his promise.
That cattle and land grabbing thief Alistair swindled his father when Pa was inebriated and took over their homestead. Pa killed himself. He died a broken drunk man and his Ma sent them all into servitude.
It took decades to get to this point. Years of working his fingers to the nub from an all errand’s boy on the ship to owning his own boat.
It took strategic planning to get into favour with Alistair’s only daughter Gwen.
He hadn’t planned on liking her but he won’t allow such feelings get in the way of his plans.
Tonight, he’ll coerce her to join him on the boat set sail with her. By the time they get back on dry land, she would be his wife.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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