Chapter 9
They awoke Saturday morning to sunshine, although the morning was still very chilly. After a breakfast of greens mixed with the last of the dried rabbit, they decided to combine hunting for food with searching up stream for more cabins. Hugh put his bow together, strung it, then hung it over his shoulder. He brought along both the regular and fishing arrows, since they were going to be close to the stream. Ansel put a couple of small trash bags, which they washed out between uses, into his pocket to hold any game Hugh killed.
“First, the cabins,” Hugh said. “We don’t want to be lugging around dead meat or fish, even if we do field clean it first.”
“No kidding.”
They walked for what seemed like forever, passing the ruined cabin they’d scavenged from and well beyond, before the
