Martin was half way asleep when there was a frenzied banging on the door of his camper. He sat up and peered through the tiny window. Myrna was standing outside with a bottle in one hand. She took a swig as she hammered on his door with her other. He pulled on his pants and a shirt. He had no interest in facing a drunk woman in his boxers. He took a deep breath then pushed the door open.

The door pushed Myrna back, and she sat hard on the ground. She upended the bottle over her mouth ...