"At least we've got all the hard work of packing done. Remember that Jeb, last night you leave nothing but your tent and sleeping bag on shore." Hank gave up on the bird and opened another beer.

"What about our guns?" Jeb gnawed at a wing tip to disguise his hands shaking.

"Nothing to shoot here." Hank slapped him on the back. We keep one in case a bear comes by.

"Finish your beers and hit the sack." Dan stretched and spat into the fire then leaned his loaded gun ...