The Fisch house was finely built. It could hardly be called a cabin, even though it was made from logs, for it was laid out like a house, boasted two stories, and had a shingled roof. Sweet smelling pines spotted the hills behind it. The ranch's yard formed a square, with the house, the barn, and a couple of corrals the corners. As for the land, it cons…
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