One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

were in the dirt yard behind the kiln, throwing dry pine cones into a rusted iron bucket. Their laughter was small and distant, drifting through the open bay doors.

Eli stood at the end of the long maple workbench, his chin barely clearing the top of the vice. He was wearing his new leather work shoes, the black laces tied in tight double knots that continue reading …