For Willets was man-made.
From the second story of a brick building that stood on the southern side of the street, facing the station, Gary Warden could look past the red station into the empty corrals beside the railroad track.

Jim Lefingwell, Warden's predecessor, had usually smiled when he saw the corral comfortably filled with steers.

But Gary Warden smiled because the corral was empty.
Warden was standing beside a flat-topped desk at one of his office windows.

Warden was big, though not massive.

He seemed to have the frame of a tall, slender man, and had he stayed slender he might have carried his flesh gracefully.