The chisel bit into the wood.  J…

            He carved the letter slow and steady and it was the best work he had done in his life.  Better than the one paid for by the richest man in town.  There wasn’t anyone in this town that deserved it more than Jacob Mikkelson.  He took his time.

            “Cold-hearted,” he mumbled, “that’s what every one of them thought about me.”  Jacob carved another letter.  “At the end, I’m the one who cared for them, made sure they had a place to lay their head.”

            He put down the...

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