Jennifer took a lighter out of her pocket and scrounged up some twigs, fuzz and dried leaves. These she added to the burned out fire ring and clicked the Bic. Tiny tongues of flame caught hold and she carefully added more twigs until these were leaping hungrily. Max came in with some deadfall branches and soon she had a small fire blazing merrily, adding meager cheer to the dismal shed.<br/><br/>Max brought her sleeping bag in and a wedding ring quilt that evidently he had taken from the boarding house. Jennifer remembered the money he had left so once again he didn't steal it or even borrow it.<br/><br/>He lay down close to the fire and was out cold in seconds.<br/><br/>Brody was out hunting once more and Jennifer realized that if she were to really become inconspicuous that she needed to find some place for Brody to live. He was too easily identifiable. He was such a sweet dog and he deserved to be well cared for. She bit her lip. That would be a problem for tomorrow.<br/><br/>Max seemed to be mumbling in his sleep and thrashing about. Jennifer was startled to see his face was flushed. She hoped he didn't have a fever. He had brought in the hodge podge of things from the trunk. She shook her head. Who knew if they would need a box knife or a bottle of cologne? She laughed. digging a little deeper, she found a bottle of water and opened it.<br/><br/>Brody bounded in and flopped next to the fire. Jennifer stretched out, with her head on his back. Might as well rest.