A NEW YEAR RESOLUTION
A NEW YEAR RESOLUTION: Chapter One Scott walked across to the barn, blowing out wispy clouds with each breath. The look on his face must have been enough of a warning for the chickens because they clucked and scattered as soon as he came near. It had been damnably hard to leave the warmth of the kitchen and if Johnny hadn’t been annoyingly bright no doubt he’d still be there, smothering butter on another biscuit. At least he hadn’t had to fight anyone else for the privilege of filling his stomach. Damn it was cold. What he should be doing is lounging in front of the fire, finishing one of the books Murdoch had bought him for Christmas. The barn side door was open so he went in that way, pausing in the doorway to put on his gloves. And sure enough, the first thing he heard was the usual muttering that always seemed to accompany Jelly. The old man was lugging a sack of oats across to the feed bins--and making far more work of ...