One such place was Dolomite, just north of Keeler, where miners lived in houses little better than shacks with no insulation, no electricity, and no running water...working long, long hours under a broiling sun in summer and freezing snow in winter.

In the teens, just before our entry into WWI, their foreman was nicknamed "Dogbite", which tells you a lot about his management style and the men he had to supervise. During one terrible winter a lot of the men went down south for a few months to escape...including one fellow who was intensely disliked. Those who remained found it extremely difficult to go to the river bottom to get the firewood they needed to survive. So they began removing and burning the siding of the unpopular guy's house. When that was gone they continued with the interior, then the roof, then the framing until finally they'd burned the whole thing. To cover their crime they dismantled and carted off the foundation so that no evidence of a structure remained.

Spring arrived and the owner returned. Naturally, he was furious and called the sherrif. But the sherrif didn't like him either and chose to believe the criminals' story that no house had ever existed since there was no evidence.

I wonder if such things still happen.