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Show 165. Will you have a cup?" "I need some whiskey B i l l . Can't believe I gave out on that t r a i l . I«m not that old! What's wrong with me?" "Whiskey and bear meat might not be the best combination to t r a v e l on." "Let's try the broth then." "I think it's still warm enough," Bill said, as he poured some from the kettle he'd pulled to the back of the stove. "Thanks Bill. Does taste good. I've needed something lighter than plain meat. It was getting my insides rilled up all day yesterday. Carrots cooked in it huh?" "The last of them Olaf. When do you think a pack train will make it over?" "It better be soon Bill or there won't be anyone left at Blue Burg. Cook up some meat fast and let's get it to them." Bill went out, and, taking the blanket off the bear, cut as much as he could from the partly frozen belly. Olaf talked as Bill was making the soup.- His face was burned from the sun and wind but he looked drawn and someway defeated. "Don't think I'll ever give up the whiskey Bill. How come you never started it?" "Just never have liked the taste-I don't know-guess I don't like to feel out of control. Doesn't do much for me." "Sunny surprised me. When I gave out he held firm that he could make trail and pull us in. I drew a trail in the snow for him, and once he got it in his head he came as true as I |
