"Damn, but Ranald must have earned himself one hell of a curse during his lifetime. Iain doubted a dead man had ever had such bloody misfortune!
A few of his men vaulted from their saddles at once, and for the second time in the space of a day, went in pursuit of Ranald’s errant body."
So far, angsty but very sweet.
"There wasn’t a grimace-free expression amongst the faces staring down at Ranald’s body. Between the wolves, the plunge into the lake, his wet blankets, and the roll down the hill, Ranald was, without a doubt, the worse for his wear."
Not counting the arrow that came first *chortle*