Chapter 14
“Get some dry twigs for a fire,” he instructs.
I go about gathering these, and soon we’ve got a fire going, coffee on the boil. The meal is bacon and leftover biscuits with molasses, which is fine with me. I could eat this every day, and think maybe we will. I don’t expect Abel to talk as we eat. Instead, I listen to birds and wonder if we can scare up a rabbit or coon to eat, but I haven’t brought my gun. Abel has his rifle, though.
“You ever kill rabbits or some such for supper?” I ask.
“Now and again. Maybe go looking after this.”
I believe this is because he’s got that nugget, which is a good day’s take. “Can I come along?” I ask.
“Nope.”