EPILOGUE
Mykal swung an axe. The wood splintered into halves and fell off the stump. He hadn’t been chopping wood long, but already felt the muscles in his lower back, and arms throb.
Blodwyn sat on a log with Daniel.
The two puffed away on a pipe, blue smoke billowed from the end of the pipe and plumed out from their mouths and nostrils.
They seemed to be taking a break, and taking in with satisfied eyes, the fruits of their labor.
The new home for Daniel and his wife was coming along nicely.
“Once this place is done, I will bring her home,” Daniel said. “She’s doing so much better, but I don’t want her exposed to the elements up here until I’ve a solid four walls, a roof, a hearth that can hold a fire all night long.”
“You’ll have that soon,” Blodwyn promised.
“I appreciate you r
