Whiskey.
“So, where have you come from?” Gunner asked me. He sat across from me at the small firepit. We cooked one of the spruce hens that I caught. It was a fat one too, with lots of meat on it. He was slowly ripping the flesh off the breast, while I gnawed at its leg. After the unexpected cuddle I got from Gunner this morning, I’ve become more curious about the girl he mentioned, the one waiting for him. I think her name is Zee, or at least that’s what he calls her. He has called me Zee twice now, so he must be missing her a lot to be seeing her face in mine.
“Nowhere in particular” I answered. Giving him something, while still giving him nothing. A tactic I have been using all day, every time he has asked me something.
“This isn’t exactly a populated area. No towns for miles and
