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- About the Author
Charlie picked up her gun and led the way to the livery. Once inside she threw both sets of double doors wide open. Sean stood and watched her, wondering again when he should mention his experience.
You ever feed stock? Charlie asked abruptly.
Yes, I have, Sean answered with relief, honestly wanting to help. Ive worked in a livery before.
Charlies stance changed. With a smithy?
Sean nodded, and Charlie wanted to laugh at her good luck. She had been certain she was going to have to show this man everything.
Good, she said simply, looking pleased without smiling. There are three horses that need shoes. Head on into the forge and get started. Ill do the feeding.
Sean stood for a moment inside the forge and let his eyes caress the familiar tools of the trade. A smithys job was long, backbreaking labor, but he had genuinely enjoyed the work and remembered it fondly as his gaze took in the anvil, forge, large bellows, drill bits, stocks and dies, and various hammers.
In the two years he had worked for the livery in Santa Rosa, hed worked almost every aspect of the job from horse shoeing to wagon and halter repair. But never had the full weight of the job fallen on him before. Strangely enough, or perhaps not so strangely, he saw it as a challenge.
Hours later, Seans shirt was soaked beneath his leather apron and the sound of pounding metal could be heard through the building. Charlie had been in to check on him from time to time, but satisfied with what she saw, she said nothing.
It was nearing 1:00 when Sean felt he needed food to finish the day. He went in search of his wife. He found her talking to a customer, and stood back as she finished.
The breeze was heavenly on his heated skin, and Sean had leaned back against the building and let his eyes slide shut. Charlie stabled a beautiful mare, and then joined Sean by the rear doors. It took him a moment to realize that she had drawn near and stood watching him.
In a move as automatic as breathing, Sean straightened and removed his cap. I know there is a lot of work to be done, Charlotte, but if Im going to finish the day I need something more to eat. Sean watched her brow lower, not understanding it was self-directed.
You dont have to fix it, he quickly assured her, thinking she was angry. I can get my own.
Charlies last two smithies had never done anything but complain. When they werent whining about something, they were talking with the customers and not getting any work done. Sean had achieved more in one morning than her last man could do in a week. He was obviously a hard worker and Charlie felt badly about not stopping him at lunchtime.