Thankfully there was no argument about who should carry Barry over the threshold. Jimmy stood behind Jake and together they raised him onto their right shoulders. Barry was carried, kicking and laughing, into the cabin like a roll of carpet.
“My caveman cowboys,” Barry said when they’d set him down. He found their cheeks and kissed them. It was awkward in the dark and they were all wearing their cowboy hats. “I take it there’s no electricity in here.”
“No, but we have candles and Coleman lanterns,” Jimmy said. “Hang on.”
Barry heard a repeated clacking noise, then Jimmy struck a match and soon there was a soft white light.
“Romantic,” Barry said, rubbing his arms. It was also pretty cold.
“I’ll just start a fire in the hearth,” Jimmy said. “It’s all ready.”
“You’re organized,” Bar
