Chapter 26

Ansel watched with some amusement. Hugh looked like a kid right then, as he pulled the fish through the water then onto the edge of the stream. If he’d had his camera with him, he’d have told Hugh to pose with it.

“Dinner for all of us,” Hugh said as he gripped the wriggling fish tightly while Ansel removed the safety pin hook from its mouth. As soon as they were certain it was dead, Hugh took out his multi-tool toskin, behead, and gut it. Orion watched, woofing disappointedly when Hugh tossed the remains into the stream.

“Sorry, dog,” Hugh said. “You know the rules.”

“Meaning he waits until it’s cooked, I presume,” Ansel said.

“Yep. Cooked and deboned. One thing I’m not set up for is taking care of a sick dog. Or, as far as that goes, a sick or injured person.”

“We should check your book to see if it lists medicinal uses for plants,” Ansel suggested.

“Good idea. Do you want to keep trying to see if you can catch a fish?”

“Naw, I’m good—and starving. Let’s make dinner.”