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Trinity walked up carrying the 40 foot container over her head like a basket full of fruit and passed the stunned guards who couldn’t help but cast  nervous glances after her as she walked down near the river where she’d put it down with a loud thump then walked backwards using her hands to support the huge metal box till she was out from under it and lowered the door end slowly to the ground so she wouldn’t bend the frame and make them difficult to open. Her next move was to gather mesquite logs she’d put aside when clearing the bank knowing that she’d need them for her smoked meat project and it was in the middle of this that she realised she needed to hurry and retrieve several things she would need to accomplish her self assigned task and as she did she sang a happy song called “The Wild Colonial Boy”

She fetched her machete, her ditch blade and the 5 foot rock bar along with the backhoe bucket that she’d used  to dig her uncle’s grave then some 3 foot lengths of rebar and some logging chain she found while searching the local area.

Her first attempt to leap atop of the container proved to be funny if you didn’t count having to fight a croc that hadn’t got the message that she was the new apex predator in this part of the river after she overshot the containers and went sailing into the water. Her second attempt was  almost as funny as her caution made her miss by 2 feet short of the top but as they say the third time was the charm. 

Her next chore was to take the rock bar and use it  to tap small holes in the container roof in the center so she could bend the rebar into hook hangers inside the container now smoke house. Then before she hopped down she went to the front of the thing and carefully used the rock bar to free the leading edge of metal from the frame underneath so that she could make an exhaust.

Inside the container she took some of the other rebar and bent them into meat hooks that she hooked into the chain which was attached to the rebar punched through the roof. She worked for another hour getting the fire box ready which she made by bending a small truck bed into a smaller shape.  

She was at the height of her industrious behavior and humming the tune Whiskey in the Jar and even turning her hand for a bit of dance as she lifted the now split and quartered pigs hooking them off the floor. She was going to abandon the croc as a waste but used her machete to skin its fatty tail which she  hung there with the pigs thinking meat was meat and she’d always heard the tails tasted pretty good. 

It had been two and a half hours since she started before she walked out of the smoke house leaving a smoldering fire behind her as  she shut the doors  only opening the small vent door in each of the larger ones.