A sequel...To the 'Bold Tartan of Ulster, ' and an account of a village under threat from a Republican tidal wave of town devastation across Ulster. It is hard not to feel an empathy with sixteen-year-old Glasgo, when the only way of staying alive, is to get arrested. But his risky bluff is not foolproof, and the torment of uncertainty is how far he can push the envelope; someone, somewhere, at sometime will sign a contract in the not too distant future. McGovern, his only hope is in love. Driven by it, he is consumed by its intoxicating blood rush at seventy five, knowing its his last chance; Someone has set him up, and he doesn't know who is behind savvy knowledge of his emotions. She is a lot closer to them both.