Our new home used to be a working ranch, but now it was just a rambling western-style domicile with a horse, a pig, and a few chickens. The interior of the house was so warm inside that it was downright friendly. The faded floral furniture was fat and comfortable, and there was a big dining table constructed of a glass-covered wagon wheel atop a round cable reel. An interesting old door had been used to make an elongated coffee table where we could play games. Even the candlesticks on the carved mantle had once served another purpose as spokes of an old wooden wheel, and the coat rack was made from the discarded antlers of a giant buck.
With each new day, I discovered something surprising. It was like living in a really good thrift store. Beaners burned sage everywhere just to make sure t
