The blade bit through the pulpy wood, splitting it down the middle, until the ax hit the chop block and jarred his arms, shoulders, and back. He tossed the spliced wood into a pile, grabbed another thick piece, and chopped it in two. The heavy scent of smoke hung in the air, and he paused long enough to throw more feed bags onto the burning trash pile. With the wind almost nonexistent on this sunny spring day, it was a good time to get this chore accomplished. It, coupled with the wood chopping, helped him burn off his confusing emotions. Anger and fear wrestled within him. Periodically, one got the upper hand. He often felt the prickly sensation of being watched. Noises startled him. Nightmares haunted him. Then his thoughts lingered on the lies Pop had told, how he’d packed up his family and wrenched them away from home, family, and community. Part of Samuel had always wanted to return to Pennsylvania. But now, where did he belong? He wasn’t sure he believed in what Roc was doing.
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