Shortly after Rangering class, Arthur had made it back to his cabin with some of yesterday's catch firmly in hand. Now, he was outside, by the campfire, one skewer of freshly cleaned rabbit-flesh already in place over the open fire while he busied himself with his knife, getting ready to tackle the second rabbit ( Read more... )

While he was getting pretty damn tired of the whole cabin thing, Chuck would have been stupid not to take advantage of an already lit fire and the new bag of marshmallows he found in the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure who kept buying the marshmallows but Zefron bless them ( Read more... )

Chuck had no idea who kept starting these fires but he owed them money or something because it meant he would never have to learn. He was vaguely aware it involved some paper and some wood and...whatever, there was a fire going now, that's what mattered. He was leaning back against a log and was currently busying himself with rolling a joint ( Read more... )