Chapter Six
THE CABIN TOOK THREE weeks to build. There hadn’t been time to raise a properly peaked roof. Duvall and Lucas settled for an extra log in the front to pitch the flat roof at what they hoped would be enough slope for proper drainage, hoisted as high as two men could successfully lift.
“I will take the crown off my skull before too long,” Lucas said.
“You will learn to bend,” Duvall predicted.
The cabin might have been higher if Duvall’s boy had shown more often than he did. There’d been moments when Lucas thought to point this out to Duvall but he settled for stooping upon the threshold and ducking his head, cursing each time he entered.
“At least we have a door,” Tamsen said. “That is something.”
Lucas had labored over that door, carving wooden hinges because the iron set
