Blake and Tyler make their way back inside his grandfather's house. The sweet aroma of food invades their nostrils as both men followed by the rest of their small group followed behind.
His grandpa stands at the wood fire lit furnace. The pot on top is bubbling and simmering. His grandfather grabs the spoon and gives it a last stir before taking it off the hot top.
Placing the pot on top of the counter he greets all the boys and waits for them to sit. One by one, he serves them a good heaping of food in a bowl each. Quietly, peacefully, they eat.
"I was sure I wouldn't see you until tonight. I'm glad to see you boys back so early. I have been worried since the moment you left." He lifts his head looking around towards the boys.
"Please! Help yourself to seconds if you'd like. I made plenty of stew for everyone. "
"Thanks, grandpa. I really appreciate it. We were starving."
"So! Tyler, it's good to have you back safe and sound."