The old man, having gone on at length, wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Having heard the old man's words, Winters had made up his mind.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, asking earnestly, "If I give you land, give you oxen and horses, give you ploughs, and food enough to last until next year's wheat harvest, and everything else you need... how about that?"
The old man was stunned, and so were the other farmers, even the surrounding militiamen were taken aback.
...
On the fourth day returning to Wolf Town from the Valley of Saint Giz, around noon.
In the army camp, Winters was sawing wood.
He was shirtless but wore a pair of gloves, which looked rather comical.
But he had to wear gloves; working without them would cause blisters—this was Winters's labor experience.
He had mastered the trick of sawing wood, pushing lightly forward and pulling back with force.
