Chapter 10

“You Bet,” says one.

“Doesn’t look to be going good,” I offer.

“Gold played out,” says another. “We’ve about give up.”

At their makeshift store, I buy two cans of peaches, one to eat now, one tomorrow. I then leave this sorry spot, keeping on upriver, hoping for better.

When night comes, I spread my bedding under a tree, lay down, and roll it over me so I’m no more than a log on the ground. I sleep well, likely due to the walking but also, I’d venture, due to being on my own.

* * * *

Next morning, I wake to a squirrel studying this new log in his neighborhood. He’s got a nut in hand, but has stopped eating when he sees movement in the log. He scampers off, leaving behind his breakfast.

“Sorry,” I tell him and laugh, catching myself with shame at such levity in the face of Dieter’s loss. Being alive as I am, I’ve no right to laugh at anything.