"Not going to make ours?" Moreno said. "I'm sure you can manage." "I burn everything. My people didn't cook over fire." "All people cooked over fire at some point," Antone said. "You know what I mean. Your family." "My family lived in a suburb of Phoenix. I learned campfire cooking in Scouts, like most boys in America." "Touchy, touchy," Moreno said. "I was just--" "Being an ass?" the woman said. Moreno muttered something, crushed his beer can, and threw it into the forest. The woman leaned over, took the stick, and started preparing a sausage. Antone walked into the forest, retrieved the can, and tossed it into the trash. "Earth Mother be angry," Antone said as he came back to the fire. "Send big thundercloud." Moreno made a face at him."