I’m drunk by the time Evan gets back. It’s after dark, the other men have gone up to Hannah’s supper, but I keep to the cabin with the bottle. Laid out on my bed, lamp low, I see Evan and Jack come in and want to kill Jack because of what he’s done, and I know he’s done it because he’s wearing a s**t-eating grin. He adjusts his privates like to announce himself, should I have failed to get the situation. The kid shows no expression, just strips off his shirt and climbs into his bunk.
“There’s supper up to the house,” I tell him.
“Not hungry.”
“I sure as hell am,” says Jack and goes out, never one to miss a meal.
That leaves just Evan and me, and I can feel him there, never mind he’s across the room. I think on his hurt and his prospects, on him now being one of us, and I down the last
