"We'll surprise them and take them down one at a time," Dobson said.
"Aye." Holme motioned the other men toward him, then addressed the one with short dark hair and a bushy beard. "Scroggie, slip back down there and find five horses, preferably MacCromar horses. If not, then you may find some of Sleat's. Don't let anyone see you. Take them around the back side of this hill, from the other direction, then hide and wait for us."
Scroggie nodded. He was the best with horses and most suited for the job.
"Dobson, Fordyce, and Mungo, I need you to help me go after Colin Cameron and his men."
"Colin Cameron?" Fordyce glowered, black brows lowered. "That's who the bastard was what stole the lady?"
"Aye. I want to make him suffer an agonizing death like my father's."
Holme moved from the deeper part of the wood onto the trail the Camerons had taken. He knew how to track, and though the rain had destroyed most of the clues, their tracks through the black mud were obvious.
Holme heard a thudding noise and stopped abruptly. "Shh, listen."
The men behind him halted, dropping silent.
A rock clattered. He jumped behind a large boulder and bushes, his friends following. Sword drawn, Holme crouched and peered out. Two Cameron men walked by. He recognized them from the earlier attack.
"We can take them," Holme whispered.
