The heat of Utah did some funny things— it made the mind fuzzy, it made you do things you never would've done without it.

It made men violent, and that wasn't what the young wanted— especially Robert Wheeler, son of one of the men that started this whole damned railroad.

You worked late into the night, working on sketch after sketch of buildings and animals.

Maybe Robert got scolded again, or was just sulking. For whatever reason, he snuck into your unfinished home for some peace.