Clara leaned against the stacked hay, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of the morning's work. "I’ve got it under control, Silas. Just a few more to go."
Clara stood by the open loft door, watching the grey clouds roll over the ridge. She wiped a smudge of dust from her cheek, her breath hitching slightly as she hauled another heavy bale of hay toward the edge. The physical labor of the farm was grueling, but there was a quiet dignity in it that she’d grown to love. busty in barn
Silas nodded, his hand lingering just a second longer than necessary. "Anytime, Clara. Anytime." Clara leaned against the stacked hay, her chest