While she moved, he noticed she was moving slower than usual. She seemed to be a bit sore. "What happened? Did you fall?" She shook her head, continuing about her work, not willing to answer him. She was sore from the time spent on horseback that week, although she knew that she couldn't tell him that. She didn't want him to know about her surprise until she'd actually gotten good at riding. "Nothing happened." "You working too hard?" She was such a tiny little thing, and she worked like an ox. He'd never seen a woman do the kind of work that his wife did. She seemed to roll out of bed in the morning with a frying pan in her hand, and go to bed with a needle in her fingers. She never stopped, and she accomplished a great deal. One thing he couldn't deny was her work ethic. She shook her head again. "I'm used to hard work." "Then why do you look sore?" She shrugged, her eyes not meeting his. She couldn't tell him about the horse. She wouldn't tell him no matter what.
