Chapter 25

When they got to the stream, Ansel found two long branches for fishing poles. With everything ready, they sat at the edge of the stream and cast their lines. After a good ten minutes of the fish ignoring them, it finally occurred to the guys they needed bait.

“Okay, Orion, time for you to earn your keep,” Hugh said, pointing to the ground a few feet away. “Dig.” Orion seemed puzzled, until Hugh demonstrated. Getting the idea, he did, unearthing a few worms.

“Now, maybe?” Hugh said, impaling a worm on the safety pin hook then casting it into the stream.

While they waited, they relaxed in the sun, savoring the warmth as they knew that it wouldn’t be long before even sunlight wouldn’t overcome the chill of the autumn days.

Feeling lazy, Hugh lay back, holding the rod in one hand in case a fish actually bit, staring up at the blue sky above them. “Now do you see why I want to live up here? Peace and quiet, beautiful scenery, no one telling me what I should be doing.”