Chapter 3
Waking up without her bones chilled to ice was a welcome change, and Katrina decided to proceed with Richard’s suggestion and ask the farmer for more work. Since they couldn’t reach her mother’s cousin, they might as well stay here until the damned war was finally over.
Indeed, there was more than enough to do, and the farmer seemed pleased with yesterday’s work and offered to extend the deal. Now, in mid-April, when the snow had melted from the fields, it was time to prepare for the planting season.
“You can start ploughing the fields,” the old man said, pointing at the plow under a roof behind the shed.
“What about the tractor?” Richard eyed the rusty vehicle in a corner of the yard.
“No fuel. And no animals. You have to do it yourselves.”
Katrina saw the resignation in R
