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they started on the work you went over with them.”
    “Well, that should keep them busy for the next week or so,” Gerald said, holding his glass beside him as Olivia carried a pitcher of tea around the table to fill everyone’s glass.
    “You think Steven is helping?” Nellie asked, sitting down.
    Gerald shook his head. “I doubt it. That man is worthless.”
    “He never has been worth much,” Bernard said as Olivia filled his glass. “He found a way to make money sitting on his butt using other people’s money.”
    Matt put his glass on the table after Olivia filled it. “You think Steven is going to be trouble for them?”
    As Nelson helped Olivia into her chair, he watched Gerald get up, grab Devin’s highchair from between his and Michelle’s chairs, and carry it down to his end of the table. Setting Devin beside his chair, Gerald sat down, grinning at the baby. “You get any bubbles?” Gerald asked, and Devin squealed out, hitting the highchair.
    “Damn, don’t even ask to take my baby anymore,” Nelson mumbled.
    Bernard chuckled and looked up at Matt. “Steven’s going to be trouble for Hank and his family, not us. If they kick him out, Steven won’t come here. He knows I don’t like him.” They all clasped hands as Bernard said blessing.
    After lunch, Matt headed to the sawmill with Ashley as Nelson and Gerald headed to the front of the house. Nelson stopped the UTV and climbed out. Gerald looked down the road to see all the larger trees cut back a hundred yards. “Damn, no wonder Ashley was running that sawmill like she stole it. You tried to turn into a lumberjack,” Gerald said, taking off his vest and putting on the chaps and gear.
    “The big saw is mine,” Nelson said as he finished his chaps and grabbed the leather coat. “You can use the little one,” he said, grabbing his hardhat and the big chainsaw.
    “Hey, no arguments here,” Gerald said, grabbing the other hardhat. “You knock them down; I’ll limb them out.”
    After filling the chainsaws with fuel and oil, the sounds of crashing trees soon shook the ground. Unlike Matt, Gerald wasn’t afraid of the chainsaw, and Nelson would barely have a tree on the ground only to see Gerald walking over to attack it. Seeing Gerald would always stop and watch when he started sawing, Nelson wasn’t scared about him walking into a falling tree.
    After a few hours, they had already cut down what Nelson did in the last three days. Bernard was having trouble keeping up with the two. As Gerald was refilling his chainsaw, he heard Nelson’s saw idle and heard thumping. Looking over, he saw Nelson driving wedges using the back of a hatchet in a cut he made with the chainsaw. “You need more fuel?”
    “Nah, I just filled up!” Nelson shouted then grabbed his chainsaw and cut on the opposite side of the wedges. Gerald watched the tree fall the opposite way it was leaning.
    “Shit, that boy needs to be a lumberjack,” Gerald said, walking over as Nelson grabbed his wedges and hatchet. “Why did you want it to drop that way? We are in the woods, and nothing is around; it really doesn’t matter.”
    Pointing the way the fallen tree was leaning, he said, “Didn’t want it to take out all those smaller trees.” He pointed where he made the tree fall. “This way, it only hit one. Don’t want to make it really obvious we are thinning the trees.”
    “Well, let me destroy the evidence then,” Gerald said, yanking the pull cord.
    It was late afternoon when Gerald motioned Nelson to shut off his chainsaw. Nelson turned it off, looked back toward the house, and noticed they were several hundred yards further away than he and Matt had cut to the east. “Damn, didn’t know we went that far,” Nelson said, taking off his hardhat.
    “Yeah, this should be good enough,” Gerald said, turning and walking back to the UTV. “I wonder how Matt is doing with the slave driver?”
    “She’s that bad?”
    Gerald glanced at Nelson out of the