"Or onna those big saws, those two man saws? I bet there's some sawblades around, we'd just have to sharpen the teeth, kick off some rust. This place had to be built outta somethin' and I've seen the cuts on that sidin' - that's hand hewn." Anything, anything that would make it easier.

He nods a little as they move towards Milton and, inside a few minutes, the little house on Greene Street where he'd dragged several dead logs, hauling them from just inside the tree line. Some were half stripped of their branches which were visible, stacked neatly against the house. One was halfway chopped through, clearly abandoned due to its thickness. That one was gonna take some effort.

"I did manage to find two axes, but I gotta swap 'em out or rock sharpen then every half hour or so. So I hope your shoulders are in for a work out. I got a pile of log bits there that I move between too, if only to do somethin' different." Raylan bends and picks up the axe, flipping it in his hand to catch it by the head and hand it out.

"Whatever suits your fancy."