Alessa swiped at a lock of hair that clung persistently across her sweat soaked brow. The day was hot and sticky and her work here made it all the more grueling. Her coarse cotton gown felt heavy and cumbersome, the shade of brown darkened where the water of her labors had soaked through it. She bent over again, her small but calloused fingers gripping at the fence post she was attempting to pull from the ground. She pulled with all her might, the tendons in her neck standing out as if she were a pretty but ill used plow horse. The post slid out of the ground another few inches, then the piece she had in her hands broke off, and she tumbled back with a small shriek of frustration.
"The Devil take this worm rotted fence and my Da' along wi' it" She cursed as she lay back against the ground
