“Trenton said to tell you goodbye and that you better take care of Aspen.” Tucker folded his hands over his crotch, trying to be respectful.
The punk left and couldn’t say his departing words to my face. I sniffed again, confirming what they said as Beau pressed himself against my side.
“See if you can get with the other mated males to round up some game,” I told Beau as I tracked the moon through the sky. Almost time. “When Jones and Foster get here, have them take as many men needed to get coolers stocked and bring back supplies.”
I knew there was more I was missing. Contingencies I hadn’t thought of. But I hoped this would be enough. If I’d planned to lead the season, I would’ve enlisted more help to make sure everyone was taken care of in case the show producers didn’t come through.
