Sleep is better when you know dawn won’t come calling like usual. We ease into Sunday, which we again find blessed with sun. As I head up the hill to take a piss, I find Dieter coming down. He passes me a smile and squeezes my shoulder. This brightens the day further.
Breakfast is pork, biscuits, and the last of the cobbler. After this, we wash ourselves, such as we can, put on clean clothes, and wash the dirty ones. It’s late afternoon when we head to the saloon.
The place is already crowded when we go in. We’re greeted by others and there’s much talk on the week’s efforts. Dieter shows his nugget around, proud until another fellow shows one twice as big.
“We’re in a good spot,” insists the fellow, and none argue, though I’d venture those coming up empty silently disagree.
I sip a whi
