Chapter 39

“No kidding.”

It was turning dark when they stopped to eat supper. Hugh lit his camp stove while Ansel filled the frying pan with water and added dried meat from the jar Hugh handed him, plus some of the goldenrod and pine nuts. The meat was definitely jerky consistency, but once it was in the water, it would soften up.

“I swear, I’m never eating stew again,” Ansel grumbled when their meal was ready and they began to eat, straight out of the pan.

“I don’t know. A good beef stew with lots of vegetables sounds pretty good right now,” Hugh replied. He grinned at Ansel. “Pretend that’s what this is and you’ll be fine.”

“Even my imagination isn’t that good.”

They finished eating, leaving enough for Orion who had been watching with bated breath for his share. After washing the pan, they took off again.

“Are you okay?” Hugh called out several hours later, hurrying to Ansel’s side. They’d been trudgingalong when suddenly Ansel seemed to stumble and then fell to his hands and knees.