The Revolution of Ivy by Amy Engel

Author:Amy Engel [Engel, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 978-1-63375-116-3
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“I think I might actually prefer washing clothes to this,” Ash says, causing me to raise my eyebrows over the deer carcass we’re butchering. “I’m serious,” she says. “It feels like this is all we’ve been doing lately.”

“That’s good, though, right? The more meat now, the easier winter will be.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ash sighs. “I’m just sick of blood and guts.”

I huff out a sympathetic breath, thankful at least that the cold weather has eliminated the flies that used to collect around the dead animals in the heat of late summer. Back in Westfall I never got this close to the food I ate, never had to kill it myself or watch its blood soak into the dirt. Never carved it up and ate it later. I didn’t know what hard work it was or how innately satisfying it would be once I got past the gore. Leaning back on my heels, I swipe my hair off my face with the back of my hand.

“When we get done with this, we still need to check the snares,” Ash says.

“I’ll do it,” Bishop says from behind me. He’s getting as good at walking quietly as Caleb and Ash.

I look up at him with a smile, shading my eyes from the early winter sun with my bloody knife. “You’re finished already?”

“Yep, took down a couple trees and got them chopped up. Caleb’s finishing stacking the logs.”

“We’re almost done here,” I tell him. “If you want to wait, I’ll go with you.”

Bishop crouches down next to me, balancing one hand on his ax. With his free hand he brushes my ponytail off my shoulder, leans over, and kisses the tender skin below my ear. “I want to wait,” he says, voice low.

I tell myself it’s stupid to blush over a simple kiss even as my cheeks flame. “Okay,” I croak, clear my throat. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Oh my God,” Ash groans. “You two are so disgusting. I think I liked it better when you weren’t speaking.”

Bishop laughs, pushes himself to standing. “You did not.”

Ash smiles. “You’re right. I didn’t. But don’t let Caleb catch you doing that crap. He’ll give you an earful.”

I go back to carving the deer meat, tell myself I don’t still feel the imprint of Bishop’s lips on my skin. “He has been grouchy lately.”

“I think it’s the lack of walks,” Ash says with a meaningful glance in my direction. “We’ve been too busy for taking time off.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down and I grin, shaking my head.

“I’m lost,” Bishop says. “He’s grumpy because he misses walking?”

“I’ll fill you in later,” I tell him around a smile.

As if on cue, Caleb rounds the side of the house and glares at Ash and me, stabs a pointing finger in our direction. “Less talking, more doing!” he shouts without breaking stride.

I catch Ash’s gaze, and we burst into laughter at the same moment. “See what I mean?” Ash says between giggles.

Ten minutes later I meet Bishop at

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