Chapter Six
Life, death, and changes:
The sound of footsteps crunching on gravel attracted Dust’s attention. A burst of frigid air drew groans from everyone as Raymond slipped through the opening. Dust raised an eyebrow when he saw the older man was carrying a bundle of firewood.
“I found an old tree and thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more wood,” Raymond explained, dropping the bundle on top of the pile near the fire. “It’s starting to snow and it’s colder than a polar bear’s tit out there.”
“Raymond,” Martha admonished, glancing at Todd when the younger boy giggled.
Raymond cleared his throat and shot Sammy an apologetic look. “Sorry, Sammy,” he said.
“It’s okay,” Sammy replied.
“Josie, can you roast me a marshmallow?” Todd pleaded.
“After dinner, Todd. You need to eat
