18. Hand-Logging
A murder of rowdy ravens woke Ethan at dawn. Sheena was already in the kitchen, and Hacki was snoring upstairs. Maurice sat up in his bunk and smoked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The room was damp and chilly, a great incentive for dressing and scooting into the warm kitchen.
Ethan followed Maurice into the cook shack, where he found Sheena pleasant and cheery. The room smelled of fresh-baked bread and percolated coffee.
“Coffee’s on, eggs are as you want them. There’s no more bacon until Kelly shows up, so fill up on toast. If I was you, Maurice, I’d take some fishing gear with you and pick something up for supper on your way back. Ethan, how many eggs do you want and how do you want them?”
Ethan was a meat and potatoes eater in camp; he knew what the job requ
