than RF, so he kept me warmer.
RF was a steady burner, mostly thanks to me acting as a wind block. I usually turned to RF in the morning. He always had hot coals, unless the wind had switched.
âIâd have hot coals too,â LF said. âIf youâd give me my fair share of wood.â
âFair share?â I said. âDude, you burn everything like itâs been doused in gas.â
Yeah, they talked to me and I talked to them. I mean, who else was I going to talk to? I fed them wood and they fed me warmth. Iâd do my best to make sure they didnât die, and whether they knew it or not, they were doing the same for me. I knew a bear could tear through the front wall of my shelter, but the fires might make a bear hesitate, or stay away. And being able to see when it was dark made things less scary. I could feel the nights getting longer and longer, and I couldnât afford to just sleep when it got dark âcause I needed the time to work.
The part of my thumb facing my index finger blistered from gripping the knife, but I just kept whittling until the last eight inches or so of the branch tapered to a point.
I felt the point with my finger. âIt should puncture.â
âNot bad,â RF said, âfor your first time.â
âPuncture?â LF said. âLooks kind of dull.â
âWhat do you two know?â I said. âSharpness is one thing. Force is another.â Like me and Billyâwith our arrows back in fifth grade. They werenât that sharp, but when we put our weight behind them they stuck. Billy used to come over after school to shoot at the target my dad had set up in the backyard. Then my mom died and that was the end of that.
Billy was a good shot. Said there was nothing to itâhe just imagined the target was his dad. I wondered how Billy would feel if his dad actually died. Would Billy miss him? Itâd be hard to miss someone who made a habit of hitting you.
My dad had never hit me with anything except his silence. The most violent he ever got was breaking all those dishes after Mom died.
My dad, I thought.
âWhat do you think,â I said to LF, leaning toward him. âIs he around?â
LF belched a cloud of smoke into my eyes and I drew back. âOkay, so thatâs how itâs gonna be.â I turned to RF. âWhat do you think? Is my dad around here? Isâ¦is he even alive?â
RF continued to burn steadily, then it popped and an orange flame crawled over the top stick and the fire flared.
âCool,â I said. âIâll take that as a yes.â
I set the spear down, held my hands in front of LF and rubbed them together. Wishing hadnât brought Mom back and I knew that technically it wouldnât magically bring Dad to me, but still, that raincoat, that had tobe a sign. The life vest, too. And the footprints. And all the times Iâd heard his voice.
Nice spear, Tom. Now, what about that gaff?
I smiled and then picked up the gaff. Should I put another lure on it? No, I thought. I have to make the gaff better so I donât lose any more lures.
In my mind I worked at fixing the gaff, trying to see a better way. A stronger way.
I put another log on LF, some smaller sticks on RF.
RF immediately popped and threw sparks.
âOkay, okay,â I said. âIâll give you a log too.â I put a log on RF. âYou happy, now?â
RF smoked a bit, and then popped.
I removed lure number three from my survival kit.
I tied another five independent loops of fishing line through the eyehole, and was reaching for the rope when I heard the noise.
CHAPTER 16
NEEDLES crunched. I heard a shuffle, then a grunt. My heart beat in my ears, like my head was gonna explode. Something bumped my shelter. I pressed my back against the dirt wall.
A small branch moved.
The branch detached itself from my shelter.
I screamed, âHey bear! Hey bear! Hey bear!â
But nothing happened. I
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