The heavy wooden ladder creaked. Silas appeared at the top, his flannel shirt damp from the rain and clinging to his broad shoulders. He paused, his gaze catching Clara in the amber light of the late afternoon.
Clara leaned against the stacked hay, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of the morning's work. "I’ve got it under control, Silas. Just a few more to go." busty in barn
Clara stood by the open loft door, watching the grey clouds roll over the ridge. She wiped a smudge of dust from her cheek, her breath hitching slightly as she hauled another heavy bale of hay toward the edge. The physical labor of the farm was grueling, but there was a quiet dignity in it that she’d grown to love. The heavy wooden ladder creaked
He stepped further into the loft, the straw crunching beneath his boots. "I don't doubt you do. But two pairs of hands are faster than one, and the wind is picking up." Clara leaned against the stacked hay, her chest