Dirk, Keegan and Rebbie walked into the ruined byre and the five arguing men inside dropped silent and turned. A lantern sat to the side, illuminating each face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Haldane asked, glaring at Dirk.

"I'm wondering the same thing about you, brother."

"Where are Finlay and Ross?" Haldane demanded.

"They're safe," Keegan said. "What are you lads doing here in this abandoned byre?"

"'Tis none of your concern what I do."

"As chief of this clan, I find 'tis my concern," Dirk said.

"You're only the chief as long as you can stay alive." Smirking, Haldane withdrew his sword. His four friends followed suit, assuming the guard stance.

Damnation, he wished Haldane was not his brother; he would beat some sense into him. Dirk couldn't harm family… at least he hoped he didn't have to. He remembered Haldane when he'd been a wee lad. But Dirk could toss his daft arse into the dungeon and teach him a lesson.

"Put the sword away," Dirk said in a reasonable tone, his own sword still in the scabbard. His brother was so inexperienced that he didn't know this space was too confined to use a broadsword effectively. A dagger or dirk would be far more useful if you truly wanted to kill someone.

"Nay," Haldane growled. "Let's have this out once and for all."

"I have several men outside waiting. You're outnumbered." Dirk crossed his arms over his chest.

"I can still kill you." With a rush forward, Haldane charged him, his sword tip pointed at Dirk's chest.

Dirk stepped aside and grabbed his brother's sword arm. Although the lad was strong and slightly brawny, his strength couldn't compare to Dirk's. He squeezed Haldane's wrist near hard enough to break it. The lad cried out and dropped his weapon. Maneuvering quickly, Dirk restrained Haldane's arms behind his back and shoved his face against the stone wall.

Steel blades clanged as the other men moved the skirmish outside for more room. Damnation, 'twas too dark for a battle now.

"Listen to me, you little bastard," Dirk growled next to Haldane's ear while yanking one arm up harder. "Doing your mother's bidding will get you killed. She's a treacherous bitch and a murderess. I'm taking her down. If you're hanging onto her skirt-tails like a wee bairn, you'll go down with her. You want to be a man, act like one."

Haldane squirmed, cursed and jerked about, trying to free himself, but Dirk held him fast.

"Who were you planning to meet at the tavern?" Dirk asked.

"You think I'm telling you?"

Retaining a hold on his wrists, Dirk shoved him outside in search of a rope to tie him up. One of Haldane's men, in truth one of Maighread's younger guards, lay on the ground, unmoving, blood staining the side of his face.

"What the hell happened to him?" Haldane yelled.

"Knocked out," Keegan said. "Hope he wakes up. If not, it's on your head. That's what happens when you provoke a skirmish. You should be ashamed, fighting amongst your own clan. Your father would be disappointed in you."

"This bastard is not part of my clan." Haldane jerked his head toward Dirk.

The rest of Haldane's men were captured and disarmed. Rebbie stood with his foot planted on the back of one of them, a sword in each hand. The lad squirmed and turned his head about, trying to grab Rebbie's ankle. Smiling, he pressed down harder and the lad snarled.

"Let's tie them all up. They're going into the dungeon," Dirk said.

"I'll be damned if I'm going into any dungeon." Haldane flung himself toward the ground. Twisting and turning, he yanked himself from Dirk's grip. Dirk attempted to grab hold of him again, but Haldane, with his smaller body, was quicker. He launched himself at Rebbie who dodged out of the way. The lad who'd been beneath his boot leapt to his feet and sprinted after Haldane. They both raced toward a grove of bushes.

"Cowards!" Dirk yelled. He needed to chase them down and capture them, especially Haldane. But in this darkness, they'd be difficult to find in the thicket. Although they had no swords, they likely still had their knives. They could easily hide and leap out on anyone who went into the bushes after them.

Dragging the skinny lad named Ross to his feet and untying the gag, Dirk grabbed his hair. "Who was Haldane planning to meet at the tavern?"

"I'm telling you naught, you bastard!"

"How old are you?" Dirk asked for he acted like a spoiled bairn.

"Eighteen summers."

Dirk nodded. "I'm thinking your da will take a horse whip to your sorry hide when he finds out what you've been doing. Opposing the clan chief is the same as treason. You'd best be telling me what I want to know. I can keep you in the dungeon as long as I want. Months. Years. It matters not to me."

"Kiss my arse! You're not our chief."

Fury rushed through Dirk's veins. He wanted to slap the lad to the ground, but given that Dirk outweighed him by ten stone, such a violent action would make him no better than his stepmother.

"You are no longer a member of this clan," Dirk said with cold finality. If Ross wasn't loyal, Dirk didn't want him around causing trouble.

"You can't do that," Ross said in an unsure tone.

"I just did. If I ever decide to release you from the dungeon, you'll have to leave MacKay lands and never come back."

"This is my home!"

"What do you think happens when men are not loyal to their chief?"

The lad merely stared at him wide-eyed.

"I can't trust you. You'll likely stab me in the back."

"Very well," Ross ground out as if someone were forcing the words from his mouth. "Haldane was meeting no one. 'Twas supposed to be an ambush."

To hear his suspicions confirmed sent fury raging through Dirk's veins. "Haldane was planning to kill me here?"

"Aye."

"Why?" Dirk demanded, even though he already knew.

"His mother said he had to do it."

"Of course." That bitch! Dirk had expected nothing less. "Who shot the arrow at me on the roof?"

"Haldane saw you up there when we were heading out here. He said you were acting like king of the castle and should be taken down. He ordered Gil to shoot the arrow while the rest of us hid behind the kirk wall."

"Who's Gil?" Dirk demanded.

"The lad who ran away with Haldane."

Damnation. Dirk would've especially loved to have captured him. "I thank you for telling me."

"I spoke the truth. Will you allow me to stay now? I don't wish to leave the clan."

"That depends on how loyal you are to me. I'll tolerate no empty words. You think on it a while, then decide what kind of man you want to be."

Ross hung his head.

"Let's get these traitors back to the dungeon," Dirk said. "Walk," he ordered Ross.

The lad stumbled forward and glanced back, more fearful now. He well knew a man without a clan was vulnerable indeed, but Dirk could tolerate no disloyalty.

The two men who'd been knocked out were carried and tossed across the horses' backs. The rest were bound and forced to walk forward. The lads were not boasting so much now. Likely, none of them had ever spent time in a dungeon, and mayhap they were a little afraid.

Dirk led his horse and made Ross walk ahead of him while he held the rope binding his wrists.

A few minutes later, they entered Dunnakeil's gates, the guards there surprised to see the prisoners from their own clan, some of them sons of respected clan members. The lads would have to be taught a lesson if they were ever to be loyal and trusted members of the clan. Maybe they never would be. If not, he'd have to send them all away.