Forever of the Wood
Daniel rose from his chair with a groan, wondering how many more times he might be able to accomplish it without help. As he picked up his cane from the table in his wrinkled left hand, he could almost hear old man Johanson's words echoing back to him from across the many long years. My time is almost up, Daniel. I can feel it in my bones. Don't you bother telling me it ain't, 'cause I know better. He understood now — standing in almost the exact same spot as the man who had been as a...