“Jesus, Robin, don’t start up with me. If we don’t get the loan today, I’m gonna lose the whole farm. I’m talking the combine, land, dairy equipment – all of it!” He glared down at her as he stuffed the pair of work gloves into the front pocket of his suspenders.

Elizabeth blinked. He scared her when he had that look in his eyes. “But Drew you just can’t-”

“Don’t your understand? We may not have a house to heat. I’m done,” he said, turning away from her. He walked down the stairway and stepped inside the kitchen where Justin was finishing up the dishes.

Justin walked over to Drew and handed him a hot mug of coffee. “Here you go, Dad.” Drew reached for the mug and drank it all without taking a breath. Coffee dripped down his chin as he placed the mug in the kitchen sink and looked down at his son.

“You’re chopping wood today – no friends over, no radio music, nothing ‘till it’s done.”

“Yes sir,” said Justin.

“Get dressed and out back,” Drew said. He left the kitchen, stooping down to enter the cellar.