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  1. "You don't eat until you cut." "I don't cut until I eat." Their hands were still gripped. Les stared at Doug and Doug stared at Les.
  2. "You can start right now, Mister..." "You can call me Les. And I'll start tomorrow. You can point me at my bunk and the chow."
  3. "You won't be paid any different than anyone else. Twenty a week, your kip and feed." "That'll do for now." A handshake was exchanged.
  4. "We don't need any god damned charity." "I ain't offering charity. But I am offering to save your job."
  5. "You know who I am and what I do. And we both know you're five days behind." Doug's mouth said nothing, but his rising color said it all.
  6. He went straight to the job shack and asked for a hitch. "We're all full up on sawyers," was Doug's reply. "Bullshit," was Big Lester's.
  7. He walked into camp, hauling his ax and rucksack over one shoulder. As a sawyer, he needed no ax. But as a lumberjack, it was tradition.
  8. They called him Big Lester and he came with a pedigree: The best god damned bucksaw man this side of the Mississippi.