Okay, the caretaker was out here this morning, until about lunch-time, when he headed for town for his afternoon drink break.....which usually lasts all afternoon long.
He gave me flak for having sorted, stacked, and loaded what I did yesterday, because I'd promised not to, but there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. What's done is done.
Anyway, he told me he charges various prices depending upon the sort of wood, and how well it's been "seasoned" (i.e., ready for burning). Every autumn he just asks around to see what others are going to charge for a cord, and prices his stuff $10 a cord less.
The lesser stuff, he bundles up (I've seen him do this) a bunch by wrapping some Saran Wrap sort of plastic around a bundle, and sells it for camping firewood at the local convenience store, $5 a shot.
It's all free to him, he reminded me.
He's a shirt-tail relative of the ancient couple in town who own this place; about 60 years old, he has a bug-eye just like the lying tits primitive has, although he's bald and wizened. He was hit in the head during the war in Vietnam. He calls franksolich "boss" when he's drunk, and "young man" when he's sober.