Excerpt from Chapter 4 of the fan novel now available on Wattpad:
The yard around the cave-barn echoed in the silence. Even the softly moaning wind seemed far away, afraid to touch the rocky, weed-strewn oval.
There. He caught movement, a flicker of rare sunlight on something bright, a blade perhaps. Someone peered around the side of the stone farmhouse.
"I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," he announced in Chinese, then in French, then German. He wasn't about to mangle his tongue with what little he knew of the local dialects. "Show yourself."
"Doesn't anybody around here know decent English?" a man drawled, and stepped out from behind the farmhouse. The sun glinted off the curved, heavy blade of his sword.
"Josh?" MacLeod took a step back. "Josh Clay?" He truly thought his sometime-partner had died, since he missed that rendezvous in San Francisco eighty years ago.
"It's Josh Porter now, but it's still me." Josh grinned and scrubbed at his beard, just as black and just as dusty as always, but considerably shorter. He tugged his wool-lined cap off his head and batted it against his thigh, raising more dust. "How are you doing, Mac?"
"The same. And you?"
"Another treasure hunt gone wrong?" MacLeod smiled, despite the blade still pointing in his direction.
"Trying to get some friends out of trouble, actually. We got separated and ... " Josh finally seemed to see the sword he clutched in his hand. He sheathed it and slid it back inside his long, stained, dirt-colored coat. "Put that away, will you, Mac? I'm not after anyone's head today." He nodded toward the barn. "You staying there?"
"Nobody comes to this part of the world for the fun of it. Knowing you, you're probably playing the knight in shining armor again. Could you use a hand?"