“The innkeeper stood in the doorway behind me. The black Oldsmobile was gone now, but for several moments I could not take my eyes away from the old house. The words brought me back to reality with a start. “I was just intrigued by that old house,” I said; “it seems so out of place here. Do you know who owns it?” “Some fellow in Pueblo. I don’t think he’s ever been up here.” “Somebody’s living up there now.” “Those people are tenants. The owner’s one of those land tycoons; got so much property e...ven he doesn’t know what he’s got. He’s got a fine mountain cabin up near Taylor’s Gulch, and never used that either. I think he rents the cabin out to a hunting club in season and the members keep it up for him. It’s a crime to have property if you can’t use it.” I followed him back into the lobby. “It just seems out of place,” I said again; “almost as out of place as this inn.” “Nothing strange about either one. They were going to make a movie here once.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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