“Beej, what in the f**k are you doing?” Frenchie asked more annoyed than concerned.
“I’m looking for a snake that Polack saw crawling toward me a few minutes ago.”
“Is it big?”
“No. He said it was as small around like your finger and maybe twice as long.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t able to survive all that pounding. You probably knocked it silly and it drowned in the mud. Just let it go; you’ll be ok.”
“I’m really not sure about that.”
BJ and John scanned the area between themselves for several more minutes. Confident that the creature was no longer lurking around, both sat back down and continued to finish their meals.
John finished his fruit, placing the empty can to the side with the rest of the garbage, and then turned to pack the spoon away in his rucksack. He had just lifted the flap
