Hallie marveled.
âNot for long. Donât have a lot of choice. Taters every meal, fried, smashed, or boiled. Plenty of meat and bread. Beans cooked till theyâre juicy but still firm. Gravy that donât have lumps. A pick of canned tomatoes, corn, peas, green beans, and fruit. Slaw, if I can get ahold of fresh cabbage, stewed dried apples or peaches or prunes. The boys ainât fussy long as it tastes good, thereâs plenty of it, and they get their pie or cake.â
Hallie had been peeling potatoes so long that her fingers cramped. She wiggled them, wondered how many tons of potatoes she would peel that summer, and picked up the knife again.
Rory didnât give Hallie much chance to get cold feet. He disappeared after supper and returned as she was attacking the pots and pans. âHere you are.â He dropped faded overalls and a shirt on the bench and took the dish towel away from Shaft. The instant the cook untied his beard and sat down, Smoky draped herself beneath his beard, spanning shoulder to shoulder, and Jackie scrambled up to nestle where he could stroke the kitten.
Just to see that was worth all the work Hallie had done that day, even if she hadnât been paid in money. Watching her brother in tender delight, she became aware that Rory was gazing at her. Something had changed in his eyes, in his manner which usually radiated young, almost arrogant masculinity.
âLooks like theyâre in pig heaven, the three of them,â he said. âHey, Shaft, I hope that beard of yours donât give fleas to the cat.â
âIâll give âem to you, young sprout, when Iâm in a givinâ mood,â Shaft retorted, but he didnât even open his eyes.
âNow, Hallie,â said Rory, âthe best way to start you on the engine is when we make a new set. So you watch when itâs time to bring morning and afternoon lunch. If the stacks are just about finished, put on your overalls, and Iâll show you how to haul the separator to the next set and back the engine to where we can belt up.â
Hallie cringed. Sheâd had time to regret that, caught between the brothers, she had let herself be pressured into attempting to control that monster of steel and steam. âRoryââ she began faintly. âIâI donât thinkââ
âWell, look whoâs got attached to the other end of a dish towel.â Garth filled the door. Even by lamplight, Hallie could see the sardonic curve of his mouth. âBefore you start helping out with cookshack chores though, laddie, it would be a fine notion to give your engine a going-over.â
Rory flushed to the roots of his curly, sweat-damp golden hair. âBaldy takes care of the flues and firebox.â
âYouâre still in charge.â
âDoesnât seem much like it with you nosing around!â
âIâm the one paying the mortgage!â
The brothersâ eyes clashed. Rory glanced away first. âI was going to check everything over good in the morning.â
âWhat if something took a long time to fix and made us late starting?â
Rory swung around to confront Garth. âWhen it doesâ if it doesâyou can dock my share for what youâre out of pocket.â
Garthâs tone grew more conciliatory. âNo use having it happen in the first place, laddie. Ifââ
âLaddie! When are you going to quit treating me like a kid?â
âWhen you stop acting like one.â Garth held out a mineral-crusted rubber ring. âYou must have noticed this hand-hole gasket was leaking.â
âSure, but the boiler had to cool off. I was going to drain it in the morning.â
âYouâd have to be up long before Baldy to drain the boiler, take out the hand-hole plugs, and clean the holes and plate, oil the bolt, cut a new gasket to fit just right, and fill the boiler again before time to start the
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