"Brandon was the oldest and he was nothing like father." She loved her brother, but there was no denying that he was hot tempered and had several habits that were far from honorable. How many lovers did he have? How much virtue had he stolen in his life? Ned was a better man than their brother ever could be, something she could admit, even with her affection for him. He was not the sort of man she would want for a father or husband. Even as a brother, there were days when he made her feel ashamed.

She shrugged her shoulders, turning away to look down at the sapling. Idly, she found a fallen branch from a nearby tree, picked it up and swung it around like a sword. It wasn't something she wanted to trouble her brother with, but he had asked.

"We had an argument."