Joe would be making the fire, and Harry slicing the bacon.

It made a cheerful picture to Bull.

He could close his eyes and hear the fire snap and see the stove steam with smoke through every fissure before the draft caught in the chimney.

From the shed came the neigh of Maggie, calling softly to him.
He shook his head with a groan, stood up, and strode out of the timber into the summit lands.

It was a great desert.