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Tempting Playboy The January Timber-Saw Carriage
The three-inch cast-iron V-roller on the mill carriage bound against the guide rail with a high, metallic shrieking sound that cut through the frozen air of the open timber shed.Leo held his stance on the frozen sawdust floorboards, both hands braced against the five-foot steel advance lever of the band sawmill. His heavy leather work boots were wedged against a frozen oak log to keep his feet from slipping on the icy floor. The January wind was howling out of the north at twenty miles an hour, driving fine, dry snow dust through the wall slats and coating his broad shoulders in white powder. Sweat had dried cold along his temples beneath his wool cap, his faded indigo work shirt dark with salt stains across his chest, his dark beard frosted white around his mouth."Stop the feed, Leo!" Gia called out from the head-block assembly.She stood three feet away on the steel carriage frame, holding a brass dial indicator in her gloved hand and a six-inch steel feeler gauge in the other. Sh
Tempting Playboy The December Solar-Kiln Vent Flange
The three-eighths-inch galvanized turnbuckle on the solar kiln’s upper exhaust vent seized against its threaded rod with a dry, metallic shrieking sound that cut through the howling winter wind.Leo stayed wedged on his knees on the narrow pine staging plank inside the unheated timber frame of the drying kiln. His broad back was pressed against the double-pane polycarbonate roof panel, where half an inch of frozen sleet was already gathering. The air inside the chamber was fourteen degrees, smelling sharply of wet oak tannin, fresh pine resin, and cold iron. His grey wool henley was damp under his unbuttoned canvas work coat, his dark beard dusted white with wind-blown frost, his forearms corded with tension as he held an eighty-pound insulated cedar shutter panel suspended against the ceiling frame using a heavy iron prop-rod."The turnbuckle isn't thread-stripped, Leo!" Gia called up from the floorboards six feet below.She stood at the foot of the pine staging ladder, holding a fiv
Tempting Playboy The November Smoke-Generator Manifold
The three-quarter-inch galvanized union nut bind-seized against the brass nipple with a dry, metallic shrieking sound that resonated up the copper coil.Leo stayed on his knees inside the tight timber shed behind the smokehouse, his right boot wedged into the gravel drain ditch to keep from sliding into the mud. The cold November wind was howling out of the north at thirty miles an hour, driving a freezing mixture of sleet and wet river silt straight through the open doorway. Sweat was drying sticky along his neck, his grey wool work shirt stained black with soot and lard grease around the elbows, his forearms corded with strain as he held a sixteen-inch pipe wrench on the lower manifold coupling."Don't force the thread, Leo!" Gia called out, crouching beside the cold-smoke generator box.She wore her dark canvas oilskin jacket over a maroon flannel shirt, her
Tempting Playboy The October Cider-House Flue
The ten-inch cast-iron cleanout door dropped against the soot-caked granite frame with a short, metallic clink.Gia stayed on her knees inside the narrow ash pit beneath the primary evaporator arch, a heavy steel scraper wedged three inches deep into a hardened crust of creosote and oak ash. The air inside the unheated masonry cider-house was thirty-eight degrees, smelling of cold iron, damp slate, and sour apple pomace. Her dark blue wool work shirt was dusted grey across the sleeves, her canvas trousers caked with damp mortar dust at the knees, her leather work gloves stiffened by the frost blowing down from the ridge."The draft on the lower flue isn't drawing because the liner tiles shifted," Gia called up through the brick archway.Her voice sounded thin, echoed by the narrow stone chimney stack. She
Tempting Playboy The September Apple-Vault Counterweight
The quarter-inch stranded stainless steel cable jammed inside the cast-bronze pulley housing with a sharp, dry zing that echoed through the stone shaft.Leo stood wedged on the narrow slate ledge of the upper landing, his broad back braced against the dry-stacked granite wall of the subterranean vault entrance. He held the three-hundred-fifty-pound cast-iron counterweight suspended four inches off its wooden shock-block using a three-foot iron pry-bar, his boots wedged against the stone lip. His faded indigo work shirt was soaked through across his shoulder blades, dark sweat dripping from his beard, his forearms corded with muscle as he held the immense deadweight against the lever."The pulley sheaf is cocked two degrees on its axle pin, Leo!" Gia called up from the lower cellar floor.She stood eight fe
Tempting Playboy The August Cider-Press Gudgeon
The three-quarter-inch square key on the primary drive shaft sheared with a dry, sharp ping that rattled inside the cast-iron gear housing.Leo didn't flinch. He kept his broad boots braced against the bottom oak runner of the century-old hydraulic cider press, his bare forearms strained against the six-foot iron lever bar. The humid August heat inside the lower barn bay was thick, ninety-two degrees and heavy with the rich, sweet scent of crushed early apples, wet oak staves, and old machine oil. Sweat ran in clear rivulets through the white stone dust clinging to his chest, soaking the waistband of his dark canvas trousers."The keyway didn't shear from the pressure, Leo!" Gia called out from the upper loading deck.She knelt beside the oak hopper, a short steel drift-pin in her right hand and a brass oil
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