Nash's [POV]
"You expecting another Ice Age, Nash? It gets cold up here, but you couldn't use this much firewood in three winters."
My neighbor Sam walks around the enormous wall of firewood I've created in the three months I've lived here. I chop the log already queued up and leave the ax in the block.
"Hey, Sam." I almost have to bend down to shake his outstretched hand. He's no more than five foot, five. "Yeah, I'm going to have to give some of this away. I've been using it as a stress reliever, but I might have gone a little far. Do you need any?"
"I'm set, but I'll help you haul some over to the lot off Main Street. That's where everybody puts stuff if they have extra."
"I wondered what that was. People are always dropping off and picking up random stuff. Is it all free?"
