Beathan wasn’t too keen on the idea of hiring a farmhand, or any strangers on his land, to be fair, but with his father gone his brothers had won him over by exhaustion alone. To make matters worse it fell to him to welcome the boy to the farm and explain his duties, as if he ever agreed with the idea of bringing him in on the first place.
He told himself to cool down as he walked out into the fields, the boy had no blame in his brother’s laziness and probably could use the pay. He’d been young and in need of money once too, he could relate to that. Even so, he couldn’t help the little sigh that escaped from his lips as he walked to the figure on the road leading to the Creagach farm.
“Blake, is it?” He asked the boy. “I’m Beathan.” He held out his hand for the boy, watching him curiously from behind his blank face.