Gertrude didn't need much. She'd been self-sufficient most of her life. She planted a garden and had a few chickens that ran around the yard. They kept her in eggs, and meat when the henhouse got too full.
There weren't any men around Gertrude's farm anymore. She didn't have any use for 'em. She could fix her fences and chop her wood as well as they could. The goat kept the grass short and she had a hammer if her house needed any work.
Gertrude liked the taste of her stew and didn't want anyone telling her it needed a little salt. Truth be told, she didn't want anyone telling her anything. She just wanted to live out her days on her own plot of land, tending her garden and fixing her fence.
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