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Chapter # 1- Claire's POV
"This place must be the garbage dump from hell!" I moan as I kick a small rock with my shoe, sending it into the field of weeds." I drop my bags on the
ground and rub my temples in frustration."I cannot believe that I was suckered by that stupid mayor and the assholes at MT Realtor." * Yip! Yip!* I
turn and see a small brown puppy running towards me with its tongue hanging limply with thirst. "AHHHHH!" I cry in surprise and wait for the thing to
attack me or worse- drool on me! After a few seconds I open my eyes slowly and look down at my feet. I stare at the puppy that just stops and sits at
my feet. It's so cute! I smile as it cocks its head to the side and its tale makes a swishing sound as it wags. I bend down and extend my hand to pat its
head and its eyes dart happily from side to side. I quickly realize that this puppy must be lost or maybe its owner is somewhere around here. I turn
back to the puppy-now panting ecstatically- "I guess we should try to find your owner." I say and see a little black collar on the puppy's neck. I look at
the tag, "Barley's Farm?" I say out loud. "I guess this is where you live, so I'm going to leave you here, while I go find your owner. I tie the puppy up
to the huge tree nearby and walk off.
I quickly make my way to the first building I come across. "This is the blacksmith's? Well, I guess that's nice to live so close to it." I open the
door slowly and quickly shut it half way at the sound of voices. I quietly slip into the shop and hide behind a wall nearby. The voices become clearer
now, two male voices boom making my shake. They must be fighting. I catch my breath as the two storm into the room. "What the fuck is wrong with it
THIS time?" I flinch as I see a young man with a bright red face as he begins telling off an elderly man. The elderly man scowls and he slams his fist on
the counter. "The answer is inside of you!" the man yells. To my dismay, my stomach gurgles gruesomely to the point that I thought I was going to die,
not from embarrassment of course, but because I thought those men were literally going to kill me! I slink back but not before the young man's icy
blue eyes flash towards me and his mouth twitches. I step out of my hiding spot and the elderly man finally notices me. The young man's cheeks grow
pink and I make the mistake of staring at the man. "Damn it! Exactly WHAT the hell are you looking at woman?" The young man's voice acts like a
bucket of water to my face, because I immediately turn red and look away, considering just bolting out the door and drowning myself in the river.
"Gray! That is no way to speak to a customer, especially a young lady!" The old man yells at the young man and the young man scowls and begins
working on a metal piece in the fire. As he works he grumbles some unruly names under his breath. "I am so very sorry ma'am. Gray often forgets his
manners." The old man says as he clears his throat and his face returns to its natural color. "Are you by any chance the new farmer?" the man asks as
he leads me to the counter. I nod slowly. "Well in that case, I am Siberia, and I'm the town's blacksmith. The ass beating the bloody pulp out of that ore is my grandson, Gray."
I giggle, but suddenly stop when Gray snaps his head towards me and glowers. "Now, what may I help you with young lady?" the old man asks
, lightening the mood considerably. "Oh! Right. I actually was wondering if you could tell me where the Barley Farm is. I think I found a puppy that
to the owner of that farm." I spout timidly. "Ah I see, well his farm is just two houses down on your left. Gray can show you where it is, right Gray?"
The Old man turns and glares at the young man. The young man frowns and stops working. "Yeah sure….come on" he mumbles and pulls his hat down
hiding his face. The old man pushes us both out of the shop and slams the door. I stand staring at the door for a while unsure of what to do. My mind
snaps back to reality as the young man calls to me in annoyance, "you coming or not?" I quickly turn and run to catch up with him.