John swung his axe at the wood lying on the block in front of him.
to an observer it would have seemed that he was just chopping wood for
next winter. But all he could see was Burt Edding being led to the
executioner like one of those French nobles that Miss Virginia had once
told him about. At one time John had considered Burt a good friend, but
that had been before...
The thought of Miss Virginia in Burt Edding's arms inflamed his
cooling anger and he swung the axe again, hard. Just because Burt had
been to college and owned a model A didn't give him the right to move in
on John's girl.
As the sun began to move towards the horizon John ceased his
labors and sharpened his axe. His father had told him that a man should
always keep his axe sharp, because he never knew when he might need it.
How right his father had been. John was certain he'd need it again very
soon.
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