George was hot and sweating, even though it was still very cold out. All the physical activity had kept him quite warm throughout the day.  George new better than to argue when Roger was in mood like that.   He offered a gentle smile to ease the anger from his step-son before he agreed and left to take the tarp back to the supply shed.  The tarp already had holes in it and they had put a few more in it, but it was worth keeping just in case.   He wasn't sure what scenario they would need a holey tarp for, but better to have it than to wish they had it.   He collected a second ax and went back to their pile of broken trees and hauled logs.<br/><br/>George took a moment to watch Roger chop and smash and swear at the wood, before he wordlessly set a log onto the stump and split it in half, then quartered it.  He sighed heavily and decided it was too warm to be splitting wood in the heavy jackets.   He peeled out of his coat, even though it was no more than 35 degrees out that day, and threw the coat out of the way.  The grey form fitting Tshirt hugged his upper body and did little to hold in the muscles that had appeared over the winter months.  Splitting firewood is one hell of a workout.	George had toned and sculpted as the cold weather came and went.  Sweat glistened on his brow as he made pile after pile of usable kindling for their fireplaces.<br/><br/>After a while, George had to take a break.  He wiped his forehead with the corner of his shirt, momentarily exposing his stomach, then looked over to Roger. "How are you doing?  Should we take a break and deliver these piles to everyone?"  He took a long pull from his canteen, then licked his lips and offered what was left to Roger.