Chapter 8
A week had passed since the incident by the river. Jacob hadn’t told anyone about it and he wagered Samuel hadn’t either.
“When you get a chance, could you nip out and get me some firewood?” asked Polly.
“Aye, aye,” Jacob replied, for there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Polly, even if it meant having to come face to face with Samuel.
He finished making Jasper’s bed and tidying up his room, and then went to get Polly’s firewood. There was no sign of Samuel and for that he was grateful. On many occasions Samuel had to work elsewhere on the property, mending fences or overseeing the fruit pickers Jasper had hired from a neighbouring farm for the two weeks or so it took to pick the available oranges and lemons. He loaded up his arms with firewood and brought it into the kitc
