Book Description

No one saw it being built, and the residents of River Bend, Arkansas never got acquainted with the builder before he just disappeared, but he left his tiny, strictly one-man, cabin behind on property that belonged to no one. The land had once belonged to the river, and someday it might be taken back, but in the 1900s hill country, it had one more purpose and the angels would see that the purpose came about. Young Jefferson Masters was a master logger, being the link between the massive trees on the hillside and the lovely, durable furniture created from oak, pecan and walnut logs. He was also skillful at turning logs into cabins, and would create one for himself just as soon as he found someone to occupy it with him. For a young man who is slow in finding a mate, the best path to take is toward a girl who knows how its done and again, it may take the services of an angel or maybe a sick, old man.