Scotch Swords, Muskets and Love
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He was alive.
Susan ran up to him with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, and she embraced him so tightly it felt as if she would squeeze the life out of him. Lord Farnham hobbled over to them, beaming out a great smile of joy.
“You did it, Robert, you did it!”
“I did,” he whispered softly, half to himself. “I did.”
He had taken that first step successfully, and the future with him and Susan was looking bright.
Very bright.
Very, very bright.
THE END