Nephi Takes a Husband by Bob Masters
Nephi Sorenson looked up into the late summer sunshine pouring down over the hilly plains of San Rafael Swell, admiring the beauty of the wide open space and rough terrain. He adjusted his wide-brimmed cowboy hat to shield himself from the relentless rays. Planting his plain brown high-top boots firmly in the dusty soil, he raised his hammer and pounded a small nail into a cracked wooden fence post, firmly fastening the new line of barbed wire. It was necessary to keep the fence line mended at all times, so here he was, planted in the middle of Utah country all alone for the next day or two, mending the interminable fence that kept the cows inside the Whitmore cattle ranch.
He stopped to ponder how wealthy his employers were. Mr. Whitmore had brought
