“Can you blame her? Would you have admitted to using condoms after Reverend Flowers’ sermon and your community notes? She was probably scared to death.”
“I suppose you’re right; we got the message across.”
“Good, firm rebukes is all you need. We don’t need a stockade,” William said.
“We’ll see about that,” Mary said. “And how did the men do? Did you get the barbed wire strung?”
“We fixed a portion of the fence that the poachers cut. The barbed wire should slow them down a little. We posted signs warning that trespassers will be shot on sight.”
“What were they poaching?” Mary asked.
“Turkey and white tail deer most likely.”
“Is there anything else you can do to stop them? I hate the idea of strangers stealing from us.”
“We’re gonna run some more regular patrols out there. Next time we catch a poacher, we’ll string ‘em up on the border of the estate. A few stretched necks should get the message out there.”
“Good idea.”
“What are the party favors tonight?” William asked.
At the end of the Sunday evening cookout and barn dance, Mary sent each family home with a treat as a way of saying thank you for their hard work.
“Honey and maple syrup,” Mary said. “We’re still pretty well stocked from last year, but it’ll be nice to get production ramped back up now that spring has sprung,
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The farmhands enjoyed shortbread and strawberry preserve for dessert as darkness slowly settled over the orchard. The women led their children into a barn lit by kerosene lanterns while the men slipped into the darkened orchards around the barn to share mason jars filled with hard apple cider. A guitarist, fiddle player, standup bass player, drummer, and accordionist tuned their instruments, and a caller reviewed the set list and mentally rehearsed the steps for each dance. William stood off to one side of the barn watching the men and women line up for the first dance. The band began playing, and the caller hollered the first
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“Well, I would try to get them to stop, but if that didn’t work I would go help him.”
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