SAGEBRUSHERS Nels Jensen reached his home late in the afternoon, his face grave and his tongue more than usually tight.

His wife, Karen, looked at him for some time before she spoke.
"Find anything, up in ?" He nodded quietly.
"Doctor get to that sick man ?" "He wasn't sick," rejoined Nels.

"Tree fell on him." "What you do with him ?" "Died before we come out.

Whole woods was afire up in there." "I see the smoke a while back," said she unemotionally, nodding and gazing out of the window toward the distant landscape.

"Died, did he?
Did you bring him down ?" "The wind has changed," said Nels sententiously.