Cunning tale

In the glen of Strathbruic, there lived a fox with fur the color of autumn bracken and eyes like spilled whisky. The folk called him Ruadh, and though many had tried to snare him, none succeeded. He could outpace a hound, outthink a hunter, and, some whispered, outtalk a man. One summer, word spread that the old Laird of Strathbruic