Under different circumstances, Blackenwell may have been considered charming. The large estate was mostly grazing fields and rolling hills extending as far as the eye could see. In the pen near the house sheep wandered back and forth in a chorus of bleats and grunts. A ram strutted about the yard, confidently bobbing his head and bleating to the ewes in his midst. I suppose I would have been confident too were I the only male among a herd of vulnerable females.
“Of course, his cocksureness is a fantasy,” Morgan told me as we watched the animals circle the pen. He angled his head toward the small abattoir located beside the barn and smiled.
Aside from the sheep, Morgan shared the land with a few local families who assisted with the herding and husbandry work. Their homes, which I assume w
