They were up early the next morning. Orr heard the mules stirring and went out to feed them so they’d have time to eat while he fixed a quick breakfast and got the gear ready to move on. Jase crawled out soon after Orr left the tent. He didn’t seem too much the worse for wear and offered to help. Orr assigned him a few small chores and even had to admit that the coffee his guest made was just as drinkable as his own.
As he tipped his mug for the last swallow, he glanced at Jase with new respect and a hint of questions. Was the city man as much of a greenhorn as he had seemed? He recalled the guy had mentioned something about Boy Scouts and living in Albuquerque at some point. At least he didn’t over-stoke the fire like most novices did and rolled up and tied his sleeping bag as neatly as
