Chapter 7 teaser: “After all that, I rather miss Nicholas,” Murdoc mused at last. “He had such a fine turn for the dramatic.”
“Is that where you got it? Or did he get it from you?”
“Really, MacGyver. You make it sound like a disease.”
“Maybe it
is a disease. You ever think about that?” MacGyver’s hands had slowed down nearly to a stop in his grooming as his vision clouded. Underneath the seething disgust that lurched in his gut lay an molten vein of pure anger that hadn’t diminished in the slightest in all the unplagued years of Murdoc’s absence. Sensing his change of mood, the mare turned her head and nosed him, whickering her concern.
Murdoc peered out over the waves of rising country. “Oh, look. It’s a nice high precipice. How positively nostalgic. Perhaps I should save us both a lot of time and bother, and hurl myself off it right now, shouting your name. Then you could spend a few months – or years – wondering just when and where I’ll turn up again.”
Follow the link for the full chapter: Chapter Seven: Intransitive
Mac + Murdoc + mountain . . . a volatile combination. 
