Around noon, everyone was exhausted from walking. Kendall specifically chose the resting spot near the stream because of the freshwater access. Killing and bleeding the chicken was something Kendall handled with great efficiency. This time, however, she deliberately collected the chicken blood in a bamboo tube, making sure not to waste it. Henry gathered some firewood, and a fire was quickly started. Although he had a small portable stove, the chicken cooked over an open fire tasted better, and the flames from the firewood were more robust than the stove. The utterly exhausted Jasper and the others went off to...
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