Blessings

Written in My Own Heart's Blood - Diana Gabaldon

"'Cheer up, it's all downhill for a bit now.  And the midges are all dead wi' the cold.  Count your blessings.' . . . 

 

. . . 'Blessings, is it?'  Buck rubbed a hand over his face.  Neither of them had shaved in a week, and he looked as red-eyed and grubby as Roger felt.  He scratched his jaw consideringly.  'Aye, well.  A fox took a shit next to me last night,  but I didna step in it this morning.  I suppose that'll do, for a start.'"

 

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[and page 258.  Woah!  She hit me in between the eyes with that disclosure!].