That the cabin contained two rooms was the result of circumstances rather than design.

Brit had hauled from the mountain-side logs long and logs short, and it had seemed a shame to cut the long ones any shorter.

Later, when the outside world had crept a little closer to their wilderness--as, go where you will, the outside world has a way of doing--he had built a lean-to shed against the cabin from what lumber there was left after building a cowshed against the log barn.
In the early days, Brit had had a wife and two children, but the wife could not endure the loneliness of the ranch nor the inconvenience of living in a two-room log cabin.

She was continually worrying over rattlesnakes and diphtheria and pneumonia, and begging Brit to sell out and live in town.

She had married him because he was a cowboy, and because he was a nimble dancer and rode gallantly with silver-shanked spurs ajingle on his heels and a snakeskin band around his hat, and because a ranch away out on Quirt Creek had sounded exactly like a story in a book.
Adventure, picturesqueness, even romance, are recognized and appreciated only at a distance.