One with the Wind [antikvár]

cuvesColorado, 1870"Make sure the groove is wide enough down yer side of the chimney," Grady Lambert told his son, "so the logs'll fit."They had labored long hours under the hot Colorado sun building their home near the Rio Grande River, four-teen miles east of Del Norte. This was the closest seulement and a popular gathering place for freighters hauling supplies to the mines in the San Juan Region. From here the Lamberts could easily seil farm goods in Del Norte.Virgil studied the groove and lifted his dingy, white Stetson off his head, letting the light breeze cool the sweat that had gathered. He wiped his forehead and replaced the hat."I am," he answered. "Same size as the other."The nineteen year old had never worked so hard in his life. The June sun beat down on his back, creating a river of moisture along his spine. He was glad the chimney stood erect, the doors had been completed, and the sili logs were in place. Once the logs were cut and notched, they could then be positioned one on top of the other to create the walls for the home.Peering down on his two brothers, Joshua and James, Virgil watched them work, giving himself enough time