Wet heather brushed his chin and drenched his pants, while his lungs filled with the heady scent of earth and musty, damp tweed. He felt more like a predator than ever before, his heart pumping with the mounting adrenaline of the chase. “It’s your shot, lad.” Andy wriggled closer.  Next moment, the smooth wooden stock … Continue reading A Peek at Book 7’s Scotland Action