MacGregor convinced many to invest in, and hundreds to even move to, his fictional micro-nation.
Macgregor sees nothing special about Petraeus, except that he may be more articulate and persuasive than his fellow four-stars.
On the brink of the cliff MacGregor on his knees was chanting his war-cry, his thanks that vengeance had not been denied him.
I dinna understand you, said MacGregor with a shake of his head.
Well, MacGregor and I did a good deal of exploring and a good deal of shooting, and enjoyed ourselves together.
Shoving past MacGregor, he turned her half about as he muttered low, “You take my place.”
The percolator was bubbling and the pop-overs were nearly done when they heard Mr. MacGregor's step.
