“Nah. We did it a few years back, and afterward it turned into an orgy. The sheriff got some kind of pissed. So now once hunting season’s over, it’s just the regular rooms.”
“Then yes, we’d appreciate that. And I can promise—no orgies.”
Wally chuckled. “I can turn the electricity on, but there’s no gas for the stove, I’m afraid.”
“Oh?”
“It runs by propane, and we disconnected all the cabins.”
“Makes sense. No, we don’t need it.” Mark scrawled the name Hank McKay at the bottom of the form. The letters were tight and crabbed, nothing like his normal handwriting. “What about water?”
“The shut-off valve is at the rear of the cabin. I’ll head over and turn it on.”
I thought Mark might object, but he simply nodded, and passed the form to me. “Your turn, Dan.”
I signed as well, altering m
