Made to Do All DoneChapter 5 Cartwrongs Visitation
The Franklins were just finishing supper several days later, when there was a knocking on the front door. Very rarely did they have visitors. In the yard was a crude cart meant to be drawn by a beast. Mule or ox. In the traces instead, were two dusty sweat streaked young men, bent over at the waist, supporting their exhausted panting bodies by locked elbows, arms rigid to their hands, propped on their bent knees. An old man with a wispy gray beard and gray hair tufts escaping from under a...