Chapter 31. England 1423

Alec started out as he did every morning with a sense of duty that carried him better than his two feet in England in 1423. Alec had always known and welcomed responsibility into his life as something he’d cheerfully do—even as a tyke and could barely lift a pitchfork. But now he was a man, and things were different. Duty took on a more automatic role where he’d rise from bed and head straight for the coup to feed his family’s growing chickens.

Alec took a scoop of feed and looked straight at their one roster that earned its keep. The rooster, facetiously named Sunshine, woke him early every morning to start the chores. 

A smile found Alec’s face as he inched closer to the bird. He wondered if the darn thing liked to make a racket so that Alec would feed him. Still, he made sure the cock got his fill before the hens. It was the only proper thing to do for such a creature since that roster molded and shaped Alec Christianson into a man that his mother could be proud of. The