Category Archives: Rafe

“For goodness sake, go help Fiona deal with her loom and quit plaguing me.” Rafe’s sister stood before the anvil, maul pounding flakes of burned iron off a horse shoe. “Her husband is too poorly, or too drunk, to be … Continue reading →

Jole poked the end of his gaff into the snow that now banked the river. This was his first year doing a man’s job. Old Farley had drilled pilot holes and declared the river frozen enough to start gathering ice. … Continue reading →

In the words of Monty Python, “Now for something completely different.” Rafe stood on the bluff, hand resting on the well carved oak. How many years had it been? Twenty-five? Twenty-seven? She pulled out her knife and began cleaning out … Continue reading →