Outlander

“My pride is hurt. And my pride is about all I’ve got left to me.”

“If it were loaded, I would ha’ just shot him in the first place, wouldn’t I?!” Jamie hissed.

“I’ve not heard Jamie swear once since we left the coast, and he used to have a mouth on him would put a sailor to shame. Four months in a monastery must have had some effect. You do not even take the name of the Lord in vain anymore, do ye, lad?”

“Perhaps we should send her to Ste. Anne, Dougal,”

“and so can St. Paul.”

“You can mind your own bloody business,”

“Come back here, you…oh, you goddamned bloody bastard!” Jamie had moved and the original end had come untied.

There was a moment of shocked silence. “Christ,” said the fat man named Rupert. “I’ve ne’er heard a woman use such language in me life.”

“I thought better of leaving ye alone, and sent a man back to stay wi’ ye. He didna see ye leave, but he saw the English soldiers cross the ford, and you wi’ them.”

“Dougal wanted to. But the man who saw ye with the soldiers said you were struggling. I had to go and see, at least.”

“You bluffed your way in here with an empty gun?”