Carol was impressed with how easily Steve caught each tree, clearly measuring him up in a way. She hadn’t assumed he would be an easy contestant, but she also realized he was probably stronger than he might look to the naked eye. Good to know. “Got it. So you already have the equipment? Nails, hammer?” She walked toward him, lifting the axe up and carrying it behind her shoulders, holding the handle with both hands and feeling quite at home like that.
“This brings me back. I used to help my brother with his projects when we were kids. Dad never really liked that.” She didn’t look upset st the notion. If anything, she looked pleased with herself. Carol had long since given up caring about what her father thought.
“Need help with those?” She was looking st the large trunks, wondering if he wanted to bail them as is or cut them up first.