A range of untamed mountains
cast feathery shadows on he ground
with a conflagration
the edge of a precipitous ravine
moist slate, the outcrop
the land around them was tan
travelled here except trappers
was composed of stout log buildings
others-made of shingles
A miser's bargain
growled, sidling away
a hulking man
stated badgering, refused budging
he proffered the stone
led up a knoll
shadows of elm trees
a small shutter slid back for a second
roots so convoluted
could have built a bonfire
beets, turnips
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