QUOTE : How different this view was from her parent’s croft, where her evening vantage from the doorway was peppered with trees. From there, north of the village and off the main road, she would hear sheep baying the night, and some nights, if the breeze was just right, she could catch the smell of the sea she had never seen. How different this life was than the one she had grown up in. She still worked hard, cooked, cleaned, and sewed, but something else persisted. Here she was in the center of the MacLeod’s, where everything bustled in a way nonexistent at the remote croft of her parents.