Stories of Highland Dale

In the shadow of Ben Nevis, far from the bustling cities, Scotland held secrets few dared to seek. Among the rolling heather and mist, grazed a seemingly ordinary Highland cow. But this was no ordinary cow. She was Secret Agent Number Three, Scotland’s stealthiest guardian in a silent war fought in shadows and whispers.

They say stories drift on the wind—carried from place to place until they settle like dust on forgotten maps. On a cool evening at...

It’s easy to miss, now. A stretch of quiet field with two sleepy streams—one sliding past a crumbling foundation behind the old mill, the other feeding Pole Hollow Creek like it’s always known the way.

Bandit isn’t your average farm steer. Sure, he’s got a fluffy red coat, a golden tuft between his horns, and a stubborn streak wide as the Missouri River—but there’s something else. Something older behind his eyes.

Behind those gentle eyes lay the mind of a covert operative. Codename: Secret Agent Number Three. Her mission? Infiltrate enemy networks and protect Scotland’s most precious secrets.