Chapter 6

He slept again;when he opened his eyes,the sunlight had shifted and he now huddled alone under a worsted blanket.Stretching awake,he turned to find Brance sitting nude on a dead stump not far away.The man looked coarse in the morning light,his hair disheveled,his beard a tangle of thick,russet curls.A haversack rested beside him,open—Caleb saw blue dungarees folded inside,and the familiar cans that contained army rations.In one hand,Brance held a dented coffee tin;in the other,a large cracker that he nibbled.When he noticed Caleb was awake,he grunted in greeting.