Looking at him now over the scrubbed table in the little hut Rhiannon could see from the slope of his broad shoulders and the lack of spark in his eyes that he was unhappy. She knew that her chat with Katie was to blame, but she couldn’t tell him the truth and risk losing him. ‘You haven’t eaten much of your rabbit stew, Bull,’ she said gently. ‘You’ve been working hard all day and you need good food in your belly.’ ‘I’m not hungry, Rhiannon.’ He avoided her eyes. ‘I think I’ll just go down to the Castle and have a drink with the boys.’ ‘But, Bull, it’s getting late for walking into town, and you know what they can be like when they’ve been paid. Please, Bull, I don’t want you involved in any fighting.’ Bull was already on his feet, swinging his coat over his shoulders. ‘Don’t worry about me, girl, I’m used to dealing with the men. I wouldn’t have lasted long as foreman if I’d let them walk all over me, would I?’ Rhiannon glanced at the battered clock on the shelf over the fire.
