Runaway from the Lowland Laird

Aileen Dunbar rode into the hills on a borrowed garron with her husband's rent books under her coat, a broken nose, and no plan past the first night. Craig Dunbar has one rule for the glen's riders: no lowlanders. He broke it five minutes after she opened her mouth. She says his half-brother's creditor is moving sheep onto the highland commons in spring, and that his own rent books prove it. Craig tells her the band will vote, expecting a no. It is a no. Then the sheep arrive two months early. A woman with a plan, a man with riders, a hundred and forty tenants who do not yet know they are a hundred and forty. Spring. The commons stone. Everything read aloud.