“No sir,” Justin said, running back to the logs. It was getting dark now, and the snowfall was picking up.

“What did you say?” Drew yelled, swaying as he spoke.

“No sir,” he said. He grabbed the ax and brought it down on top of another log, splitting it in two with a single strike.

“I’ll give you this – you got balls to stand up to your old man like that,” Drew said. He grabbed Justin by the hair and pulled him toward the truck. “You’ll do what Daddy says,” Drew screamed. Justin held on to the ax as he was drug through the snow. When they reached the truck, he stared at the head of the ax, nodded his head, and then tossed it in the bed of the pickup truck.

“Come on, Dad. You’re drunk. You push – let me drive,” Justin said.

“You want to drive?” Drew asked. “You want to drive? You’re God damned right you want to drive, you worthless piece of crap. Get in the damn truck. It takes a real man to do this kind of work!”