Chapter 10
- Xander Jade
- May 17
- 5 min read
By the time the sun was a coin slipping behind the ridge, Erik’s hands were raw, his legs streaked with mud and the watery blood of a dozen split blisters. He dropped the plow at the barn’s edge, rolling his shoulders until they cracked, and slipped away before Freydis could rope him into another job. She’d been eyeing the fence on the west side, which meant there would be post-digging in his future; better to flee now and buy himself a sliver of peace.
