24Kenneth enjoyed himself. He with his cameras was never seen too long in one location. No one would guess he had a back injury. The only tell-tale sign was when he came to the cook tent on the pretext of having a cool drink even though he carried a hip flask. Now he elevated his feet on another chair and moaned in relief as he rested and stretched out his spine. Then he leaned sideways and peered out the fly. “Tour groups are Randy's speed,” he said with a smirk.
“I see he's living up to his reputation,” Clifford said.
“How's that?”
“He's always on a break, always got a drink in a hand,” Clifford said.
“Yeah, and his bone in the other,” Kenneth said.
“Hey, keep it clean, you guys,” Chione said. “If you need something to occupy your time, we still have artifacts to inventory.”
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