Chapter 7Garrison took the lead. After we’d all had a small meal of salted beef and some of the remaining dry goods from Tyler’s pack, Garrison assigned us all roles that we could perform for the last rites. Jasper and Marla went out to gather more tree branches; I was tasked to flatten the area surrounding the body and sprinkle salt as I did; and Garrison reviewed Tyler’s books for anything in particular that he may need to change based on his elf heritage.
“The snow’s gonna melt when I sprinkle the salt,” I said. “And it seems like a waste. We’re losing water even though we’re cold. Aren’t we going to need the salt? Especially if we find a deer and kill it?”
“Do you see any deer here?” Garrison asked, not looking up from the books.
“No, but maybe closer to the cabin—”
“There is no ca
