After the fire swept through the bridge forest, Winters found logging to be much easier.
The once lush woodland was now scorched black as far as the eye could see.
Only some bald tree trunks stood lonely on the peat, resembling remnants of broken walls.
Winters led his men to fell the charred trees on the surface and hauled them away, and the unusable burnt wood was taken back for firewood.
In the following days, the Herders repeated their old tricks, attempting to set the remaining woodlands ablaze multiple times.
There's a saying, "Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me thrice, shame on us both." The Herders obviously didn't know this.
The Paratu People, having suffered a great loss, were now wiser.
The logging team no longer chopped recklessly, but first created numerous crisscrossing firebreaks within the woods.
In this way, the remaining parts of the bridge forest were divided by the firebreaks into smaller areas.