"You hear right, John. Who told you?"
"Everybody knows it by this time. The Crossin' hasn't had this kind of news to chew on since Casey McManus was lynched."
"Hope the chewing's good," Joe grinned. "Got some seasoned oak and hickory. Want to work it up for me?"
"What do you need?"
"Boards for a wagon box and a new reach and axles. Wouldn't do any harm to have an extra tongue, too."
"Cash deal?"
"Share."
"I don't know," the other said doubtfully. "You want to buy the metal for your axles?"
"Sure."
"Then it's a deal. We'll split the timber half and half. If you don't need all yours, I'll sell it for you. Bill Logan's buildin' a new barn and he wants good lumber."