"It's possible he's already recognized Taylor Vance and Zion Lowell. I don't know why he hasn't said anything, but I can tell he means us no harm."
Sure enough, Ethan Dawson came over the next day with thirty men. The others had to stay behind to clear more land at the farm, so the thirty he brought were all young guys in their twenties. Evelyn Ford gave him the vegetable seeds and threw in a handful of radish seeds as a bonus.
Quincy drove them to a mountain five kilometers away to chop firewood. It only took them half a day, and half the mountain was gone. The wood they brought back would probably last them seven or eight years.
The temperature these past two days had already dropped below zero. The sun was gone, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and a biting wind was blowing. It felt like another heavy snow was coming.
"If this keeps up, my rheumatism is going to flare up," Chet Lawrence said, rubbing his knees with a pained expression.
