In that moment she could not be fair minded; she knew it; she did not care.
Carley gazed around her.

Only one of the cabins was in sight from this position.

Evidently it was a home for some of these men.

On one side the peaked rough roof had been built out beyond the wall, evidently to serve as a kind of porch.

On that wall hung the motliest assortment of things Carley had ever seen--utensils, sheep and cow hides, saddles, harness, leather clothes, ropes, old sombreros, shovels, stove pipe, and many other articles for which she could find no name.