Connor's eyes flickered around the trees; someone was watching him, he could tell. He warily crossed a rivulet, fingers on his sword. Suddenly, a bullet tore through his chest, and he dropped to the rocky ground in agony. As his vision faded to blackness, he felt the Buzz of an approaching Immortal.
He was surprised, therefore, when he woke up again, his head still on his shoulders.
"You're trespassing," a voice said. Connor's eyes locked on the face of the other Immortal, who cheerfully cradled a musket a few yards away.
"You could have put up a sign," Connor replied dryly.