“It was built into the side of the hill,” said Baz, talking one such evening about his dwelling. “Once upon a time, most of it was exposed. It even had a couple of windows.”
“What happened to it?”
“Not sure. It was pretty much like this when I found it. But I reckon the rain washed the dirt away from the roots of that old tree near the door, and after it slid off the hill, more rain created a landslide that covered the cabin. Then nature took over.”
“It had windows?”
“Yep. I boarded ‘em up. No point having windows if you can’t see out of ‘em. Also had a bit of work to do on the inside. To make it more stable. More solid.”
“And the furniture? The stove?”
“Most of it was here when I found it. Just needed a damned good scrub.”
Cody stared at the night sky and glimpsed a shooting star. “That’s a beautiful sky. Crowded with stars. You don’t see that in the city.”
“Too many lights.”
“Mmm.”