I went to him but ignored his hand. He didn’t make an issue of it. Instead, he turned and led the way downstairs.
The door was open in the main room, and someone already had a pot of water on the stove. The heat from the stove battled with the cool breeze that occasionally drifted through the room. The smell of pheasant roasting on the fire made my mouth water.
“Do you think instead of killing them, we could catch a few?” I asked as I took two plates down from on top the new cabinet.
“Pheasants? What for?”
“Eggs. It would be handy in winter.” I set the plates on one of the tables.
“And tempting,” he said as he removed the skewered bird from the fire.
“It would be worth a try,” I said with a shrug. “They would need some sort of coup, though.”
“The way you think...I can’t seem to guess what you’ll say or do next.” Thomas set the bird on his plate and used his fork to pull off some breast meat that he then set on my plate.
“Neither can I,” I said with a grin. “But I can explain the eggs. I was thinking that I miss regular breakfast food like cereal, oatmeal, and eggs. And since you seem to be able to kill a pheasant easily enough, why not just keep them alive once you catch them.” I took a bite of the pheasant.
He nodded. “There are several meadows and a marsh nearby. They like the tall grasses. Perhaps, instead of walking to the junk yard, we could go there today.”
If we had eggs, we could invest in flour too; and more food options would open up to us, like pancakes. We could make enough pancakes each morning to feed everyone. If we had enough eggs and flour. When I finished my pheasant, I carried my plate to the sink.
“A trip to the meadow might be a bit premature. We should have a coup ready first and food for them. What do they eat in the wild?” I asked him. I used the water from the stove to fill the sink.
He grinned widely.
“We eat them. That’s all we’ve needed to know.”
“If we want to try to raise a few, we’ll need to find out what they eat. If it’s something we can gather, it could work; but if we need to purchase something, we might be out of luck.”
“They eat seed,” Anton’s familiar voice said behind me, “from the grasses, insects, and other things. Keeping them should be no problem if we build a pen in the meadow
I turned with a smile. Anton stood in the doorway, eyeing Thomas. Thomas, still at the table, glowered at Anton.
“Welcome back, Anton,” I said, pulling his attention from Thomas. “There are clean plates over here if you’d like some pheasant.”
“I didn’t come to eat. I came to help. I heard what happened yesterday.” His gaze lingered on my sore cheek.
I nodded, but wanting to forget yesterday, changed the subject. “I’m glad you came back. Thomas and I were just talking about the junk yard, too. I’d like to go there to see if we can find anything else useful, but it sounds like it might be too far for me to walk in a day.”
“I could carry you and run it,” he said. “It would take an hour.”
“Run carrying me for an hour? You wouldn’t get tired?”
He gave me a cocky grin. “No.”
Thomas cleared his throat.
“Winifred would like you to stay here until she arrives. She’s concerned about your safety after yesterday’s attack and feels this is the safest place for you.”
Disappointed, I nodded. I didn’t want to put myself in a position where I’d need to control anyone again.
“Then I suppose I’ll find something to do around here,” I said, rinsing the plate and setting it aside to dry. “What is everyone else working on today?”
“Bine, Zerek, and most of the others are still working on wood. A few are fixing things in the other building.”
He didn’t mention anything about Grey, Henry, or Paul; and I didn’t ask. I needed to focus on my own purpose for the day. There were still windows to replace and a ladder to check on. I wiped my hands on my pants and added laundry to the list.
“Anton, if you’re willing, can you help me with the windows?” I asked, walking toward the door.
“Of course,” he said.
“If you want, you can join us when you finish, Thomas,” I said, glancing back at him. His gaze was on his plate, but he nodded.
Ten
Ann and Mary had the evening meal on the stove when I trudged in hours later.
“Heard things aren’t going well,” Mary said.