rested on a broken fencepost while he worked. Over his head he swung the tool. It landed against the wood, creating a loud popping sound as logs split in quick succession.
Emmett lay against a tree, his hat pulled low over his eyes and a piece of straw dangling from his mouth.
Lucy set the basket upon the ground. “Sir, your line needs to be restrung.”
“Huh?”
“Your clothesline is so far on the ground there is no way to hang the clothes up to dry.”
Emmett snapped his fingers. A worn-out Bryce trotted over. “Aye?”
“Lass says the clothesline needs repair.”
Bryce dropped the ax and walked to the line. Lucy followed.
Whispering, she said, “Bryce! This is ridiculous. There are easier ways to acquire room and board.”
Bryce lifted his brow. He pulled the rope taut around the tree, giving it a fresh knot.
“Stand up for yourself. Tell Emmett we’ve done enough and we are ready to eat!”
“There’s yer line, lass.”
“Bryce? Haven’t you heard a word I said?”
“Aye.”
“So what are you going to do? Use your fist to pummel him? Or just use your lips and rip him with your tongue? Or your dagger. That’s it. Use the dagger to tell him what for.”
“I think I’ll finish choppin’ the wood.”
“But Bryce—“
His wrapped his calloused hand around her upper arm. “The day is almost over. Finish the laundry, cook the supper, and then we can rest.”
With his back facing her, Bryce walked away. Anger welled inside her. Ripping the clothes one by one from their container, she practically threw them on the line. Crooked and wrinkled the clothes hung. She didn’t care about their appearance. Task finished, she kicked the basket across the yard and left it with the other garbage.
Stomp, stomp, stomp, she went into the house. Moans of pain rent the air.
Doreen was a woman of ample girth. The small bed creaked with distress at her every movement.
“Why does it hurt so bad?” she wailed.
Lucy moved closer, watching as the lady opened one eyelid.
“Oh, it’s ye. Haven’t ye started supper yet? I’m right near to starvin’!”
Taken aback by the swift change in attitude, Lucy remained silent. The powerful, strong voice that emerged from the woman brought clarity. The woman was faking. The audacity caused Lucy to burn with anger.
Stalking to a nearby shelf, Lucy pulled down pots and slammed them on the table, sending out sounds of rattling metal. Lucy pilfered through jarred items. Finding a few ingredients that appeared edible, she placed them in the pot, covered them with water, stoked the fire, hung the pot over the flames, and let the ingredients come to a boil.
The air permeated with a pleasing aroma. Doreen pushed up on her elbow. “Smells good.”
The door flung open and Doreen fell back with another fake groan upon her lips.
“Smells good, lass,” repeated Emmett.
Lucy didn’t comment as she brought the pot to the table. All four of them scooted their chairs closer. Lucy filled a bowl of the steaming brew for each person.
Bryce eyed the concoction warily. “What’s in it?”
“This and that,” she said, shrugging her shoulder.
Bryce nodded, still not eating.
Emmett took the first bite. Hot liquid sprayed across the room in a perfect circle as he spit the stew from his mouth. Lucy jumped back.
“What is heaven’s name is this?”
“Well, I’m sorry if my cooking is not to your liking. All I could find to cook was the herbs on the wall and–“
Emmett sprung from the table, one of his hands to his mouth, the other to his behind.
“What have ye done? Those were me herbs,” wailed Doreen.
“That’s what I said,” said Lucy.
“But them herbs weren’t for eatin’!” Before Doreen said more, she held her stomach and followed her husband out the door.
Bryce’s spoon remained poised in front of his mouth, not yet touching his lips. With a sigh, he dropped the spoon. His large hand engulfed hers as he pulled her to a standing position and dragged her toward the open door and their waiting horse.
“Why are we leaving? They owe us shelter!” yelled Lucy, trying to move away.
“Nay, lass. Yer attempt to kill them negates everything they owed.”
Chapter Eight
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her back stiff. The awkward position almost caused them to lose their balance more than once. Bryce tried to explain but Lucy wouldn’t listen. People frown on attempted killing. The only way to ensure her safety and help her reach London alive was to leave.
With a considerable distance placed between them and Emmett’s home, Bryce stopped the horse and