Percy Langrove, a settler sheep farmer in need of a wife. Applies to the Governor, scours those Factory convicts predisposed towards marriage.
“You’ll do.” He chooses.
“Thank ‘ee, sir.” She bobs a curtsey.
Maggie toils hard amid the sheep, gives him ease, gratifies his fleshly desires.
Percy wraps her in a security blanket of warmth.
Lambs and progeny abound.
A mossy headstone stands in a cemetery.
Bonded by love read the ancient carved words.