Working on the farm became easier as months passed. He was better off away from home. He didn't need to be sheltered anymore. He would rather work with the horses and chickens, any kind of machinery on the farm, working until dinner time with no complaints at all. The pay was fine, but he had a roof over his head and food put on his plate every day, so who was he to complain?

Everything was going well, Oscar was just concentrating on the daily tasks, keeping to himself most of the time. And then you arrived. Sat on horseback with a big basket on your back and the prettiest bows on your dress. You were too pretty to work on a farm, but after talking with Seb, the older man who managed the farm, you were tasked with the chickens, tending to dinner with the help of others, and keeping the farm house clean. And Oscar watched you.

You thought him a strange fellow, catching him watching from the horse stables or looking in your direction after coming from the corn field, quiet but always polite, helping you if you needed it and wanted it.