The Highlander: The Saga of a Scottish Hero

He was a son of the mountains, a descendant of the clans. He had a thick beard that had hues of brown and auburn, and a piercing gaze that could intimidate any foe. He was determined, powerful, masculine. He was a highlander, a warrior, a leader.

He stood on the hilltop, overlooking the battlefield. He saw the enemy army, outnumbering his own by ten to one. He saw the red coats, the muskets, the bayonets. He saw the threat, the danger, the challenge.

He felt no fear, no doubt, no hesitation. He felt only pride, courage, and resolve. He knew what he was fighting for, what he was willing to die for. He was fighting for his land, his freedom, his people.

He rallied his men, his brothers, his comrades. They followed him, they trusted him, they loved him. He was unstoppable, he was invincible, he was legendary.

He was a Scotsman. He was brave. He was strong.