Title: Heir of Locksley
Series: Outlaw’s Legacy, Book 1
Author: N.B. Dixon
Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Release Date: December 1st, 2016
Genre(s): Historical, M/M
About the Book
Robin of Locksley is a rebel, more comfortable roaming Sherwood Forest with his longbow and courting the village girls than learning how to run a manor.
An innocent flirtation with a peasant girl soon lands Robin in trouble, and worse, he finds himself inexplicably attracted to Will Scathelock, his best friend since childhood. Robin must decide whether to follow the rules of society or his own conscience.
Meanwhile, his neighbour, Guy of Gisborne, is anxious to get his hands on the Locksley estate and he will do anything to make it happen – even murder.
The outlaws led them to a clearing right in the heart of Sherwood. One of the men threw some extra kindling on the remnants of a fire and coaxed it back to life. Robin was grateful for the warmth as well as the light.
Gilbert White-hand removed his jerkin, and Robin saw that his arm from elbow to hand was marred with a pattern of white scars. Robin recognised them as marks from a branding iron, a punishment meted out to those breaking the harsh forest laws. He now knew how the outlaw had earned his name.
Robin busied himself making sure his bow was properly strung and counting the arrows in his quiver. At least the night was dry with no wind to speak of. That was something. For the first time in his life, Robin’s hands trembled as he handled his bow. He sent up a silent prayer to God, hoping he was listening.
Please, let me shoot true. Don’t let my friends die because of me. And then as an afterthought, don’t let Gilbert White-hand break his promise.
His instincts told him the outlaw was a man of his word, but his instincts hadn’t been that reliable so far.
Guy hurried to Robin’s side. “What if you lose?” he hissed. “They’ll kill us all.”
“I won’t lose,” Robin whispered back.
Gilbert White-hand indicated a fallen trunk, which had long since been stripped of branches. Carved into the trunk was a crude circle. Gouge marks showed that this was often used for target practice. “Are you ready, boy?”
Robin drew in several deep, calming breaths. Guy and Katrina’s lives were in his hands. He had to win. He nodded once, and he and his opponent took up their positions.
An expectant hush had descended over the watching outlaws. Even Katrina had stopped crying.
Ralph, the scar-faced man, had taken on the role of judge. “Archers step back sixty paces.”
Gilbert White-hand did so, Robin matching him step for step. The outlaw leader shot first, his arrow striking the centre of the circle to applause from his men.
Robin shot next. His arrow also landed right on target and it was Guy and Katrina’s turn to clap. Robin tried not to think about how lost and vulnerable they looked standing in the midst of the outlaws. He thought he heard murmurs of admiration among some of the watching men but he forced himself to ignore them. He couldn’t afford to get distracted.
Both archers stepped back ten more paces. Again, both shot, and again, both hit the circle’s centre. Sweat broke out on Robin’s face, despite the coolness of the night. There were a few grudging claps for him as well.
“The lad wasn’t lying,” he heard one man mutter. “He can shoot.”
Ralph gave Robin a vindictive smile. “This is too easy for you, boy. Archers move back twenty paces.”
Robin swallowed. He could do it. Guy and Katrina were counting on him.
Gilbert White-hand’s arrow flew true. Robin’s did also.
Several of the outlaws applauded.
“You’re a natural,” Gilbert White-hand remarked so only Robin could hear. Aloud, he called, “Thirty paces this time, boy?”
Robin’s hand clenched on his bow. He had only ever hit a target once from a distance of a hundred and twenty paces. Everyone was waiting for his answer.
Ralph’s face was twisted in a derisive sneer. “What’s the matter, boy? Not man enough for the job?”
Robin ignored the taunt. “I agree.”
They took thirty paces back, Ralph making sure to count them in a loud, deliberate voice.
As before, Gilbert White-hand shot first, and as before, his arrow landed dead centre.
“Your turn, boy,” he said, smiling.
Robin shut out everything, becoming one with his bow, as Sir Richard had taught him. He nocked his arrow and drew back the string until it was level with his ear. This was it. He couldn’t miss.
Despite his efforts to ignore them, he could hear jeers in the crowd.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?”
“The lad’s lost his nerve.”
Robin forced himself to block out the words. He let the arrow fly. The instant it was loosed, he closed his eyes.
At Katrina’s scream, Robin’s eyes snapped open. Guy was staring at the target, a look of horror on his face. Robin followed his gaze. What he saw turned his blood to ice. His arrow was buried in the trunk, but it was outside the circle. He had lost.
About N.B. Dixon
N.B. Dixon is an author of historical fiction. Her love for the Robin Hood legend began in a neglected corner of the school library and has continued ever since. She is a self-confessed bookworm and also a musician.
She began work on the *Outlaw’s Legacy* Series in 2013, and was accepted by Beaten Track Publishing in 2016. *Outlaw’s Legacy* is a historical series based around the Robin Hood legend. The author describes it as Exciting Historical Adventure with GLBT romance.
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