Well, it turns out Mr. Yarahi was up to something. A number of townsfolk were hired and construction began on the mystery project in the middle of the summer heat. Whatever it was, it was by far the largest construction project taken up by the residents of New SorGun.
Pieces of the frame were quickly erected, and Mr. Yarahi was always a constant presence at the site.
Finally, as the fall months collapsed away toward winter, New SorGun could now claim to be home to the regions first saw mill. Word got out quickly, and a number of small workers shacks sprung up around the massive structure. Teams of lumbermen began harvesting the good timber surrounding the mill, and the first stacks of cut lumber could be seen piling up in the yard.
Some of the cleared land to the south of the mill became home to a number of Indians. It became apparent that the settlement of New SorGun could offer protection from enemy tribes, and opportunities for work and trade was another draw.
Most of the townsfolk didn’t mind the close proximity of their new neighbors, as peaceful relations with the local tribes had been the norm up to this point. Plus, the Indian population in the area far outnumbered the settlers, so stirring up hostilities was not going to end well for the settlement.
Mr. Yarahi bet his entire life savings on the success of his saw mill – If this little settlement could grow and prosper, he would become a rich man. But while the town had grown over the past two years, nothing was certain in the middle of the wilderness.