Over breakfast, Will availed himself of Dearne’s brother’s most recent copy of the Times and set about looking for employment and somewhere to live with some purpose. Once Dearne’s family returned from York, and he could be sure Dearne was in no danger from them, he would be able to move on, but he needed something to move on to. He noted a couple of smallholdings available for sale. What he really wanted was something he could farm and make enough money to live on. He really needed very little. If he grew his own food and some to sell, room for some livestock, then that would be perfect. He focused studiously on the newspaper and nothing else until Dearne arrived to interrupt him.
“Looking rather industrious there,” he commented as he sat in the chair opposite him.
“I have a lot to atte
