Roan took another bite as Glenn said what he knew about the two cousins. It seemed they wouldn’t have to worry unless they ran away from home and being younger than Roan and Glenn, that would probably be unwise. Especially for Peyton, it didn’t sound like he’d be in the mood when the time came to come back home.

At Glenn’s whining for food, Roan said, “Fine, fine.” He’d wanted to stretch it out a bit, but he figured that for breakfast tomorrow he’d see if there were any good roots or berries around. Pulling out a bit more bread, he passed it to Glenn, thinking he’d save the jerky, since it’d last longer than the bread and cheese. Roan was actually surprisingly good at ‘saving the best for last’. He thought about how he reacted when he heard the rider approaching, remembering a story he’d heard.

Looking over to Glenn, he asked, “So, got any good stories?” There were few things Roan liked better than a well told story. He even feels like he learned to read so he could check out more stories when he had the chance.