It was the time of year when the air turns crisp and the sun hangs lower in the sky. It was the time to harvest, to yoke the oxen, and take a portion of his harvest to his lord. It was the time for men to trade for supplies using the remainder of the harvest. Sensible men would stay sober in town and not drink away a year’s worth of toil.
Bartlett was a sober man. He woke early, worked hard, ate modestly. He rarely smiled and spoke mostly of the weather, agriculture, and husbandry. He knew nothing else.
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