Chapter 18

There’s another pro, too. I’d have someone to talk to. As much as he didn’t like admitting it, he did miss conversing with someone who didn’t reply with barks and woofs.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your company, Orion,” he said, patting the dog’s head, “because I do.However you lack something when it comes to making decisions about what needs to be done next, or talking about how beautiful a sunset or a particular tree or bush is, or which plant I haven’t identified might or might not be safe to eat.”

He laughed when Orion gave him a ‘woof’ in reply, got up and went to bed.

* * * *

The first thing Hugh did Saturday morning—after a breakfast of boiled goldenrod stems and some berrieshe’s found on a shrub which he’d identified a couple of days ago as Golden Currant—was set to work pulling the overgrown grass from the field. A tedious chore, but if he was going to seal the cabin walls a necessary one.