Opposite the bar is a faro table manned by the house dealer. Towards the rear are three tables, the center one covered with green felt. Dice clatter across the table as two gamblers buck the dice with savage stubbornness. A stack of silver dollars sits near a shot glass full of whiskey close to the edge of the table. The door creaks as you open it and enter the chilly, darkened shed.
Moonlight streams down through several gaping holes in the roof.
Along the far wall is a stack of seasoned wood that a local rancher bartered with. A stack of kindling is to your right. Several neat piles of birch limbs lay to the side of the kindling. Those limbs look more like switches and you wonder if someone placed them there for a use other than starting a fire in a stove. Two old saw horses are stored near the back of the room.