Curly had been right about one thing: Jim wields the shovel with competence, making doubly sure that the match is extinguished before scooping soiled hay into a wheelbarrow. It's soothing, in a way, both the work and the steady scraping sound, broken only by the whinny of a horse.
He pauses, a small smile curving his lips. She really is quite pretty. It wouldn't be such an awful thing to see her eyes flash green fire at him again.
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Date: 2006-11-14 10:52 pm (UTC)He pauses, a small smile curving his lips. She really is quite pretty. It wouldn't be such an awful thing to see her eyes flash green fire at him again.