The crimson globe of the evening sun hung suspended over the treetops as Dawn followed Earl and her father through the squeaking iron gate into the small pine bush. They walked on ahead of her, their voices low, deep in discussion... "I figure many men have chopped down trees and built themselves cabins, but I doubt many of 'em have actually planted the trees from seeds, watched 'em grow, and then built themselves a cabin out of those very trees...