CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The horses were staked out, mules unloaded, and areas selected for bedrolls. Poet and Jesus started cooking dinner. Timer went swimming in the lake and Cory was high on a slab of rock, keeping watch. A soft warm breeze made the campsite a delight.
Fifteen minutes later, Jesus struck the stew pot with his iron ladle and called, "Come and get it. Chow time."
Timer came up from the lake. He was dressed, but his long hair was dripping. Everyone helped himself and Flynn hiked up the hill with a mess kit of chow and a steaming mug of coffee for Cory, who stood guard. After giving him his rations, Flynn sat down.
For a few moments, he watched Cory eating. Food ran down his chin and gravy dripped onto his hairy chest. He grunted like an animal in heat and spoke to Flynn with h
