Sherman was running after a leaf that was blowing around the property, and across the way Marius was getting some hunting things ready for a small excursion into the forest. They needed to stock up on some meat, and although they didn’t have electricity for freezing it, they were going to use the small, rustic smokehouse that had been built by her grandfather. Up until Marius had seen it she hadn’t known what it was, and even if she had known she didn’t know how to smoke meat to preserve it. But Marius knew, so she hoped he was able to find some game when he went out. She lifted up another log and placed it on the block. She would have gone with Marius, but they had a lot to do on the farm still, and with winter approaching rapidly they couldn’t afford to stop one project to do another. They both had to be working on different things at the same time. She looked over at him, and she felt that warmth that she got whenever he was near fill her. There was just something about Marius that changed her, that made her see this fucked up world a little differently.
