After Lucy clipped the mike back into the radiophone, she sat on one of the kitchen boxes and rolled a smoke.
Brendan came up to get a spare battery out of the charger for his radio.
"Hey Lucy," he said.
"Hey."
Brendan stuffed the battery in one of the inside pockets of his vest. "Did I just hear Kent?" he said.
"No secrets on the radiophone," said Lucy.
"How's he doing?"
"Okay, I guess. Sounded like he had a good night last night," she said.
"Cool."
Lucy lifted up her legs and swivelled around on the kitchen box as Cassandra squeezed by wiping her hands on her apron. Lucy stood up and punched Brendan lightly on the shoulder. "Have a good one today," she said. "See you in the shower later."
Brendan laughed. "I'll try," he said. Lucy tossed her cigarette into the airtight and slipped though a flap in the side of the tent.
Cassandra walked by Brendan carrying a stack of Tupperware containers from the lunch table. "The shower?" she said.
"No idea," said Brendan.
Cassandra shook her head. "Be careful," she said.
"There's nothing to be careful of," he said.
Lucy caught up with Alistair and Cameron by the water barrel. Alistair stood with his back against the rain. Cameron knelt on one knee filling his water jug with a hose from the barrel. She handed her jug to Cameron. He filled it halfway up before Lucy stopped him.
"That's enough," she said. "I've got a feeling it's going to be a wet one. No point in carrying more than I need."
As soon as Cameron stood up, Alistair and Lucy started off down the road. All three of them walked hunched slightly forward with the hoods of their rain jackets pulled forward over their heads.
Brendan rode by on a quad. They stepped off the trail into the bush to let him past. There were three boxes of trees strapped to the back luggage rack of the quad and two on the front. The quad slithered sideways in the mud as it passed. Brendan smiled, his teeth suddenly white in his mud-splattered face.
The trio stepped back onto the trial once he was past.
"You talk to Kent?" Alistair asked.
"Yep," said Lucy.
"How's his hand?"
"I think it's okay. He didn't say much."
"It must suck to break your hand," said Cameron. "Not as bad as your leg though. If your leg was cacked, you'd be totally out of luck out here."
"He'll be back," said Alistair. "He loves it out here. It's sunny Northern B.C. What's not to love."
Lucy looked up at the rain. She stuck her tongue out to catch a few drops. "Yeah," she said. "What's not to love?"
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