CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The blacksmiths filled the time during their walk back to the village proper exchanging engineering, carpentry and smithy strategies. Their pony companion seemed irritated that the journey progressed slowly, but the smiths were too engrossed in their discussion to care.
“Linseed oil is an option for a protective coat,” Thomas said during their talk of protective coatings for fence posts. “I’d like it a lot better if it dried quicker, but it certainly helps posts endure even the harshest winters up north.”
“Never cared much for it myself; the drying time is just frustrating as all hell,” Fred said before taking a bite of jerky. “Tung oil is my preferred stain. Does the job quick and keeps the posts protected.” It was then they heard the first jubilations of the villagers
