Excerpt from Chapter
6 of the fan novel now available on Wattpad:
"Duncan
MacLeod," Immerman breathed. For
two seconds he stared, then a bright smile lit his face and he held out both
hands. "I cannot tell you how
grateful I am you were here to protect our Darcy."
Our
Darcy? Duncan felt a shiver go up his
spine, but he hid the sensation behind a smile and shook Immerman's hand.
"She
really didn't need much help," he said.
"Give her a length of pipe and she's a one-woman army."
"There
were three of them, Uncle Karl," Darcy said. "Dad took one, Duncan got the other, and
I got the one who did this to me."
She gestured at her bandaged arm.
Uncle
Karl? Duncan had a very odd feeling about this.
It made sense, he supposed.
Immerman had probably been the one who sent Darcy to him for lessons,
then. And yet, Immerman was the last
person Duncan would expect to send him students.
"Three
of them? What have I told you about
risking yourself, dear child?" Immerman shook his head. "If you can
stay around for a while and teach some caution to this girl of ours, I'd
appreciate it, MacLeod. It seems that
the centuries of experience her father and I share aren't enough to impress
her. Someone new might do a better
job."
"I'll
try." Duncan glanced at Darcy. She rolled her eyes in disgust, mixed with
embarrassment -- like any teen-ager. He
grinned at her.
"While
you're here, do let me show you around.
I'm rather proud of what we've accomplished so far."
"We?"
"Karl
is our trouble-shooter and fund-raiser," Geneva said. She nodded toward the door, pausing in
throwing the scraps of bandage and dirty gauze into the covered wastebasket. "He finds suppliers and saves us money
every time we turn around. We wouldn't
be halfway where we are now without him."
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