Thomas Wake:
Since we're gettin' too friendly, Ephraim Winslow, ell me, what's a timberman want with being a wicky?... Not enough quiet for ye up north? Sawdust itchin' yer nethers? Foreman found ye too high tempered for carryin' an axe?
Ephraim Winslow:
It's like you said, I just... had enough of trees, I guess... Since I left dad, I'd done every kind of work that can pay a man... Some I ain't near proud of.
Thomas Wake:
Drifter, eh?
Ephraim Winslow:
No, just... can't find a post I could take a real shine to, so I keep movin' along... I ain't the kind to look back what's behind him, see?
Thomas Wake:
On the run?
Ephraim Winslow:
Now look here! Ain't nothin' wrong with a man startin' fresh, startin' new. Just looking to earn a livin'...
Thomas Wake:
No...
Ephraim Winslow:
...Just like any man...
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