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Hot furnace air swept across the open desert, gathering fine dust An error in tilanced up at an inopportune moment Instantly pelted, Roy slammed his eyes shut, held his breath, and waited for the hell-storm to abate As quickly as it appeared, the desert's fiery breath disappeared While squinting, he fumbled for his canteen and unscrewed the cap Cool, clear liquid splashed over his tanned face as he drained the contents to wash the dirt froht the last vestiges of water and ed his dirt streaked face into the horse's tough Shaking his head violently, Roy jerked his head fro his eyes, he looked at the hot sun as tiny water droplets clung to the whiskers of his stubble In the arid Arizona desert, thisrelief, Roy walked toward his cabin

Behind the si homestead, as a protective barrier stood a wind-scraped, ebrush Inside the cabin and behind the fireplace, the builder of the ho two things si claim and cleverly hidden for protection Second, cool air frorees lower than the outside air,the cabin an excellent retreat fro millennia for so existed deep within the hill, and this was Roy's destination

After refilling his canteen at the spring, Roy ambled back to the small cabin He was instantly startled by an eerie sound Soine was a hoard of Italian tenors being butchered, accoan to reverberate in the s onto the porch, Roy looked at the corral and saw Sally and Molly With their heads pointing in the air, hooves prancing in the dirt, thethe horizon, Roy could not see anything out of the ordinary Better than a watchdog, theRoy of any intruders

Standing on the front porch of his log cabin, Roy Folso at the dusty valley floor below It was a mere five hours after sunrise and already the desert heat bedeviled its occupants Rugged, treeless peaks scattered across the barren horizon stood in solemn testimony of the harsh environment known as the Arizona Territory Likewest in search of fortunes, the adventurous Folsoer living