“...and did you hear they had a bear up in Rastebo this winter? Mauled some sheep and the locals couldn't get rid of it. Had to call in help from all the hillsides they did. Biggest bear he ever saw, old Lennart said, beat him up good it did too.”
“Oh, no, I didn't hear that,” said Jorg. “Did they manage to drive it off in the end?”
“Oh, yes they, did, but not before it killed young Torkel from Kvarn.” Hasse fell silent for a moment and then cleared his throat. “See, lad up and went after it on the lone. Wanted to impress his lass he did, little Emma – Herman's daughter you know, Kvarn too – and wasn't that a fine affair. A scandal if ever there was one.”
“Oh?” Jorg nodded.
“Aye, for sure.” Hasse turned his head and spat over the side of the cart. “Came spring, little Emma's already got herself betrothed to young Egon – that's Torkel's younger brother.” He snorted and shook his head. “No shame those people. Got their eyes set on Herman's burrow they do, setting their daughter on his last sons like that. It's a scandal I tell you. No shame.”
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