Savages...5 liters...
“Remember what I told you that first day after we left Maytag?”
“About bears who eat their young?”
“Circumstance is our inevitable enemy, and hate can be a faithful servant in a crisis but unlike pain it isn’t a constant in life, it can’t be. You’ve added a post script to the story of my life. There has to be hope, even if it’s just lip service. I see Josephus humbled by his past and I see him dedicating himself to a new purpose, a new beginning, even near the end of his years. Perhaps, just sometimes, people can change, maybe some of them deserve a second chance.”
“Is that what going back to your tribe is for you, a second chance?”
"Garrett closes his eyes and sighs, “I believe that it has to be.”
“You want me to finish my lesson tonight, don’t you?”
"Garrett smiles in spite of himself and nods. “You’re getting wise to my pep talks, smell ‘em coming from a mile away.”
"I also know when you’re stalling, that wasn’t just a dream.”
"Garrett looks over to the old man warming his hands by the fire. “Point taken. I’ll do a little tending to that while you finish your lesson for the night.”
"Melissa stands up and collects her knife and Garrett walks with her over to the, “She’s all yours, old man. I told her she had extra time to make up tonight. Are you up for it?”
“I think she’s ready to spar, uh…without the knife.”
"Gris points at the old man’s crotch, “Aim there, they always go down when you hit them there.”
"Garrett looks to Gris and smiles while Josephus grimaces and waves at them both, “Fucking savages.”