The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response.
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