Chapter Twenty-Two
Lincoln held his axe high and let it fall against the large branch.
Another month.
He raised the axe again, his muscles taut.
Two, maybe.
He let the blade fall, and the limb succumbed. He stared at it, his breath coming in quick gasps, and wiped his forearm across his forehead. They hadn't discussed a specific length of time, a specific end date. But the assumption had been the end of the month. Time enough for her to find a new place. Time, so that she and her boy wouldn't end up on the street.
Lincoln lowered to bring the branch closer. He stood perpendicular to it and hacked away at the smaller branches and twigs. It was a good piece, a strong piece. Good enough to help form his wall. He dragged the cleaned limb to a pile he was collecting. Two more months. Two
