Chapter 5

“Good work, George. Now why don’t you see what you can get with your bow and arrows? I’ll take care of Sunrise, then go fishing.” He grinned at George, and George felt his heart swell with the confidence Papa had in him.

He managed to get a prairie dog, and he skinned and gutted it the way Papa had shown him, then gathered twigs for kindling and deadfall for firewood and got the fire started.

As it turned out, there were fish in the stream, which was cold and swift- running, and Papa caught a couple of brown trout.

After he cleaned them, he laid them on a woven grill of green twigs and set to making coffee.

“Can I have a cup, Papa?”

“No. It’ll stunt your growth.”

“When can I have coffee?”

“I’d say in about ten years.”

“The same time I can visit with those ladies?” Although George wasn’t too sure what he was supposed to do with them.

Papa chuckled. “Yeah, I reckon.”

“Can we stay here?”