The setting sun cast a farewell glow across the green and fertile countryside. Basking in the radiance, Robert Barconian watched the day’s end from a window in his new farmhouse on the outskirts of Skara Brae. At thirty-two, Robert had seen his fair share of sunsets, but they never grew old for him.
By Odin’s blood, Orkney is glorious this time of year, Robert thought.
After a difficult winter, spring was finally in the air. The days were longer now. Soon, crops would need planting and tending. The fence would need repairs to keep animals from feasting on early buds. Robert envisioned his life as a farmer with a smile. It would be a new adventure. An adventure, unlike many in his past, he could safely share with his wife and child.