Horse!! Always fairly consider your animals warnings... O.O
lol, Yes horses.xP There wasn't a warning there, so I was slightly cofnuzzed. O.O
She rolled her eyes. Also since she fears and hates him I'm assuming that that would naturally mean she was giving other instinctive signals such as possibly flattened ears, bared teeth, nervous shifting, tail whisking, stamping or pawing, tossing head, and possibly displaying signs of kicking.
I hope Eb has enough money to sneeze at buying a new horse because using her like that the next day could permanently lame her and certainly will make the recovery much longer. He might as well have just shot her. No hoof no horse. XP
I see.
You probably already knew that. It made the audience dislike Eb even more so well played.
I said nothing, and in his cracked old voice he mumbled endearments to the baby. I had often wondered whether his love for the child redeemed the man; or merely made him vulnerable. Certainly any harm that might come to the baby would be a crushing blow to Ebeneezer. He put the child down on the floor again and he said to the woman curtly: “Tend him well.” She nodded. There was a dumb submission in her eyes; but through this blank veil I had seen now and then a blaze of pain. Ebeneezer went out of the door without further word to her, and I followed him. We got into the sleigh, bundling ourselves into the robes for the six-kilobrick drive along the drifted road to town. There was a feeling of storm in the air. I looked at the sky and so did Ebeneezer Klink. He guessed what I would have said and he answered me before I could speak.
“I’ll not have it snowing,” he said, and leered at me.
Nevertheless, I knew the storm would come. The mare turned out of the barnyard and plowed through a drift and struck hard-packed road. Her hoofs beat a swift tattoo; our runners sang beneath us. We dropped to the little bridge and across and began the kilobrick-long climb to the top of Blockborn Hill. The road from Ebeneezer’s house to town is compounded of such ups and downs. At the top of the hill we paused for a moment to breathe the mare; paused just in front of the big old Blockborn house, that has stood there for more years than most of us remember. It was closed and shuttered and deserted; and Ebeneezer dipped his whip toward it and said meanly:
“An ugly, improvident lot, the Blockborns were.”
I had known only one of them — the eldest son. A fine man, I had thought him. Picking apples in his orchard, he fell one October and broke his neck. His widow tried to make a go of the place, but she borrowed of Ebeneezer and he had evicted her just three months back. It was one of the lesser evils he had done. I looked at the house and at him, and he clucked to the mare and we dipped down into the steep valley below the hill.
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Always fairly consider your animals warnings... O.O
Looks lit and much depressing so far. 
It shouldn't be depressing. 
