“Yeah, yeah.”
Ansel knelt to pick some more yarrow, only to be knocked over by Orion, who had apparently decided it was playtime. “Damn, dog,” Ansel grumped with a laugh as he wrestled with him while Hugh watched in amusement.
The sky suddenly darkened and a cold wind kicked up, sending the men and dog racing back to the cabin. The rain began pouring down in torrents moments after they were inside. While Ansel emptied his pocketsof the vegetation they’d gathered, Hugh built and lit a fire.
“Now, we find out if our chimney cover really works,” Hugh said. They’d had a couple of light rains since they’d made it, but none as torrential as what was happening now. A few drops of water made it down—the result of them making it through the slits in the cover—hissing as they hit the fire. They decided that was nothing to worry about.