Rob looked at her as if he'd really never considered the possibility before. It wouldn't be easy for him to move, that was sure, but it wasn't an impossibility.
He thought about it for a second, and then shook his head.
"I'm not a prisoner, but this is my land. I hate it and love it in a breath," he admitted, softly. "And I expect everywhere's much the same, these days. One day the war will be over, and Kinraddie will be alive again," he said, with a certain confidence.
He had no way of knowing how his own mill would fall dark. How Chae's farm would fall into disrepair. How the wood would be cut down, and the land sold off. The time of the crofter was coming to an end.