Furrows~
Redan Connor
Feudo Lurago, Philippeon
Midmoon, 4418
Redan wrestled the plowshare back into the furrow. The auroch was ready to be done for the day. Once old Ceppo decided he’d had enough, he wasn’t keeping to any damned straight rows anymore. But it was Redan’s back that would sting from a whip if they didn’t, so old Ceppo could get over his ornery spite. They could both rest after the bell clanged.
A year of hard labor had fleshed Redan’s limbs out to rival the auroch’s, so they kept to the damned furrow neither wanted to plow because they both belonged to the man who had bought them.
A thousand acres of sugarcane fields stretched out around the manor house of Feudo Lurago, an estate firmly ensconced deep within the heart of Philippeon. Or so he’d heard it said. Whether it
