Roosevelt asked as the two men rode out to Elkhorn. “That is, if you don’t mind being addressed by your first name.” “I would consider it an act of real friendship to be addressed by my first name,” Falcon replied. “And to answer your question, I do read when I get the opportunity. I often carry a book or two with me, but I’m on the trail so often that books are sometimes difficult to come by. I’ve been known to read and reread the same book many times.” Roosevelt laughed. “Back at Harvard, we called that study,” he said. “I think you will like my house.” “I’m sure I will.” “It’s a low-lying, one-story house of hewn logs. The roof is pitched so that it is higher in the middle, but the ceiling is only seven feet high at the walls. It is clean and neat, with many rooms, so that one can be alone if one wishes to.” “It sounds very nice.” “The reason I asked if you were a reader is because I have a library in the house.” “A library?” “A library of sorts,”
