Jack Vettriano long time Gone

Jack Vettriano long time GoneJack Vettriano Lazy Hazy DaysJack Vettriano Just Another DayJack Vettriano her Secret life
Two miles away a string of horses trotted through the night. Three of them carried captives, expertly gagged and bound. A fourth pulled a rough travois on which the Luggage lay trussed and netted and silent.
Herrena softly called the column to a halt and beckoned one of her men to her.
'Are you quite sure?' she said. 'I can't hear anything.'
'I saw troll were many drawbacks to being a swordswoman, not least of which was that men didn't take you seriously until you'd actually killed them, by which time it didn't really matter anyway. Then there was all the leather, which brought her out in a rash but seemed to be unbreakably traditional. And then there was the ale. It was all right for the likes of Hrun the Barbarian or Cimbar the Assassin to carouse all night in low bars, but Herrena drew the line at it unless they sold proper drinks in small glasses, preferably with a cherry in. As for the toilet facilities . . .
But she was too big to be a thief, too honest to be an assassin, too intelligent to be a wife, and shapes,' he said flatly.She looked around. The trees had thinned out here, there was a lot of scree, and ahead of them the track led towards a bald, rocky hill that looked especially unpleasant by red starlight.She was worried about that track. It was extremely old, but something had made it, and trolls took a lot of killing.She sighed. Suddenly it looked as though that such a bad option, at that.Not for the first time she reflected that there