Ranching for Sylvia
By Harold Bindloss
17 May, 2021
[...] "I couldn't write much," explained Sylvia. "Even now, I can hardly talk of it-but you were a dear friend of Dick's. We had to burn wood; the nearest bluff where it could be cut was several miles away; and Dick didn't keep a hired man through th
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[...] "I couldn't write much," explained Sylvia. "Even now, I can hardly talk of it-but you were a dear friend of Dick's. We had to burn wood; the nearest bluff where it could be cut was several miles away; and Dick didn't keep a hired man through the winter. It was often very cold, and I got frightened when he drove off if there was any wind. It was trying to wait in the quiet house, wondering if he could stand the exposure. Then one day something kept him so that he couldn't start for the bluff until noon; and near dusk the wind got up and the snow[...] Less