Chapter 25
When Terrill emerged from the tent, Mark and another man, a fat, scruffy fellow with a full gray beard, were trying to start a campfire, and not having much success, from the sound of all the cursing.
Mark looked over at Terrill. “Hey, newbie. We could use some firewood,” he called.
“No problem,” Terrill answered. The dark was gathering beneath the rocks and trees, but he could easily see the ground. It was picked clean of loose wood for hundreds of feet around the camp. He looked around.
There were three large tents, a tarp slanting down from the lava outcropping with supplies beneath it, and some large, white water bottles, and cases of Top Ramen and beans and rice. There were a couple of tables and chairs built from rough wood, and some tree stumps being used as stools. T
