Is everybody else as beat to shit as I am?" I think so," Crystal sighed. "We were beat before, but we're really beat now. I know we're not supposed to...stay here, but the light sucks too bad to go on. Let's just set up here. If the rangers don't like it, tough." Crystal, everybody, you did good," Al smiled. "I think it's time for some emergency supplies." He headed over to his raft, dug down into the drybox, and emerged with a big bottle of Johnny Walker."Oh, those emergency supplies," Crystal. . I don't know." You don't know?" Reggie laughed."We don't know really know who knows," I giggled. "Or something like that." Well, were not really, um, gay or anything," Mark said. "Are we?" Do I have to be gay to love you?" Chris asked him, kind of mock seriously but making fun of himself too, and it was so cool to hear them talking like that. I think it was good for them, getting to someplace away from home where they could practice being in love in public, you know? It must have been hard. "Ahh, that's what _He_ put us here for, to help each other." Yes, that's all I want, just now," Yingling answered. "To be of help."* * * * *Wednesday, February 7, 1872Blushing furiously, Laura walked briskly down the stairs, though thesaloon, and into the kitchen. She was carrying the tray she'd taken upthe night before with dinner for Elizabeth and Theo.Molly hurried into the kitchen to check on her. "Are ye all right,Laura?" I-I am," Laura replied. She was trying to scrape a dish into. ..”“Wait. Canned broth?” asked Cynthia.“No,” Krys said, “I made it last week. You were at the beach.”She launched into the remainder, but Zoe stopped her, “You made it? How?”“In the pressure cooker,” Krys said.“What?”“Chicken bones from 2 chickens,” Krys said. She nodded at the chicken sandwiches. “Roasted ... What?”“Cynthia? Pen?”Instruments were found and writing ensued. Zoe used the back of the journal. Caught up, the hand with the pen made the ‘tell me more’ motion.Krys resumed,.