Chapter 9
The seasons followed one after the other until Jacob could hardly remember what a summer or a spring back in England was like. He’d had no word from his family in four and a half years. Either his letter hadn’t made it across the seas, or something altogether more horrifying had befallen them. Whatever the reason for the lack of communication, he refused to let his imagination run free. Instead, he chose to believe his family simply hadn’t received the letter.
Samuel had left the farm three years earlier. He’d completed his seven-year sentence and was now working his own small farm closer to Parramatta. Polly had served her sentence as well, and was a free woman, but Jasper had been so impressed with the work she’d done for him when she was indentured, he’d offered to pay her a
