Freeman Barnes finished splitting the firewood he had brought out of the woods. He switched off the log splitter, then stacked the split wood in the shelter. Freeman brushed the wood debris off his pants. He was very late finishing the coming winter's preparations, but felt there was finally enough firewood.
Freeman took off his gloves, picked up his shirt, and headed around the barn toward the house. Chickens scattered out of his way as he rounded the corner. He stopped to admire the view of the hills that was one of his joys in life. Then he spotted . . .
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