Petrieâs wifeâs sayinâ aboot you anâ Doddie Wilson?â
An iron band clamped round Mysieâs heart. âOh! You ken she spreads terrible lees aboot folk ⦠what was she sayinâ?â
âTell me the truth, if you dare, anâ weâll see if she was tellinâ lees or noâ .â
âMe anâ Doddie just went oot for a breath oâ fresh air,â she murmured, but he cut her short.
âIâm nae daft, wumman. Thereâs just one thing heâd haâe taâen you ootside for, anâ Iâm askinâ you, did you let him?â
âNo, Jeems, I swear to God I didna.â Her conscience, however, wouldnât let her stop there. âI let him kiss me, thatâs aâ.â
Setting the two pails on the floor with such force that the water slopped over, he leapt across the room and punched her in the stomach, making her double over, winded. He stamped out without waiting to see if she got her breath back. Doddie was in the big byre at Waterton when Jeems burst in. âAye, Jeems, what brings you here â¦?â he began sociably, but the other manâs scarlet face and wild eyes told him that this was not a social call.
âYou ken fine what brings me here! What you anâ my wife did on Saturday nicht, thatâs what brings me here. Christ, man, the whole place is speakinâ aboot it, anâ laughinâ at me ahinâ my back. Just kisses, she tellât me, but Iâm bloody sure you didna stop at kissinâ her, you horny bugger.â
Doddie met his furious eyes steadily. âIt was Mysie stopped at kissinâ. Iâd haâe taâen her in a minute, if sheâd let me.â
Jeemsâs fist shot out and landed heavily on Doddieâs mouth. âYou bugger oâ hell! You tell me that to my face, dae you?â The second blow caught the young man on the side of the head, and when Doddie still didnât retaliate, Jeems roared, âOh, aye, you maybe think youâre a great man wiâ the weemen, but youâre nae man enough to stand up for yourselâ.â
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Doddie said, quietly, âYouâve a right to be angry. I shouldna haâe kissed your wife, but Iâd a puckle drinks in me anâ sheâs the bonniest lass I ever saw. Itâs nae excuse, but itâs the only ane I can giâe you.â
Thwarted of a sparring match, Jeems struck out again, shouting, âNo, by God, itâs nae excuse, anâ Iâll tell you this, if ever I catch you near her again, Iâll kill you!â He made for the open door, then turned to issue one last warning. âNae man makâs a fool oâ me anâ gets awaâ wiâ it!â Watching him going out, Doddie took out his handkerchief to dab his face, and had the small satisfaction of seeing Jeems blowing on his knuckles to ease the pain in them.
Mysie looked up fearfully when her husband returned, his ugly face made even uglier by a sneer of victory. âThatâs sorted Doddie Wilson oot,â he crowed. âHeâll nae kiss ony other manâs wife for a lang time.â
âWhat did you dae to him?â she whispered.
âI punched him stupid, anâ he just stood anâ took it, the big jessie that he is.â
Mysie knew that Doddie was not a jessie â he had proved that by his passionate pleas and by his hardness against her, which she had felt even through the layers of clothing between them â but it would be wiser to let her husband believe that he had come off best. She was sure of one thing, though â her life would never be the same again now that sheâd discovered what love was, for it must be love she felt for Doddie Wilson. Why else would her heart sing the way it did and her innards twist with desire as they had never done for Jeems?
Chapter Five
If only Sandy was more like his brother, Mysie