”At that, Pēteris turned and told the townsfolk crowded into the common room, “There will be an auction of goods and several horses tomorrow afte...noon in the inn’s courtyard. Until then, nothing is for sale.”Autumn returned holding her guardian’s hand and dragging him over to Bron, who stood nervous between Robyn and Miriam. “Jesse,” she told him, “you remember Bron. We want your permission to marry.”After the evening’s meal, Jesse decided to forgo an evening’s drinking profit and cleared the. When he reached the shop, he saw the hottest little Latina barista behind the counter. She wore a black shirt under her company-issued apron that was slightly low cut, teasing Ken with just enough cleavage to give him a slight hard on but still leave something to the imagination. She had looked thoroughly bored when Ken walked in, but her disposition immediately changed as he walked up to the counter. Both of them stared for a split second, forgetting why they each were there. Then Ken shook. Most of the furnishings and all of the agricultural equipment had conveyed with the sale, and he was finding new things daily.In this case, not everything he found was good. There was a hopper wagon, presumably for collecting cut grapes, and a dump wagon, presumably for fertilizer and everything else, and a small Deere tractor to pull them.The previous owners apparently hadn't heard of oil changes, the tractor was a few hundred hours old – and a few hundred hours past-due, with the original. Tossing her tawny hair back, she knelt, lightly sitting on her heels, knees wide and hands clasped behind her back. Eyes looking at the linoleum square in front of the door but chin held aloft, heart fluttering in her swan neck. He sat in the car knowing that the sound of the tires gave him away, that she would know he was here and that made surprising her impossible. Later, he would suggest she pave the drive and she would do it as if he had demanded even though he had not, it was part.