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Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow ([personal profile] ikissdhimbck) wrote 2008-08-18 07:47 am (UTC)

Her eyebrow arches to match his, and a devious little smirk comes to her lips.

The sleeves don't go up far. Just halfway to the elbow--far enough so she won't get her white cuffs dirty.

"You never said I couldn't help," she points out, coming to stand next to him so she can examine the tools.

"I'm alright with my hands. I told you, I grew up on a farm. My--" She hesitates only momentarily. "--My mother died when I was young. Pneumonia. For a long time it was just me and my daddy.

"Oh, we had help, of course, but they were always our equals; never our slaves. What work there was around the farm was divided evenly among us all, didn't matter if we were young or old, black or white."

She looks up at him and grins.

"I can mend a fence and muck a stall, too."

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