Cows, horses, mules, corn. Whatever. They’re even taking ever nigger they can find. And they’re on their way here now. It could happen tomorrow.”
“I wish it would and be done with,” Tobias responded, chewing the tough bread. “I been here over two weeks and I’m ready to go back home and see to my wife and boy.”
“I know what you mean. I don’t ever want to cut down another tree. We must of chopped two thousand logs by now.”