It took Logan a bit to find a tree that was a) big and straight enough to be of use and b) far enough away from the barn that felling it wouldn't knock what bits of the barn were still standing down with the impact of it hitting the ground.
That accomplished, he cut down and cut into useable pieces a fair-sized tree.
It helped with the temper. A bit.
He came back into view at the tail end of Gambit's little speech, a quartet of what would have passed for 2x4's if it weren't for the bark still along one edge over his shoulder, the ends trailing in the dirt behind him. Each post was about ten or fifteen feet long.
"Got about a half dozen more of these." He said, setting them down.