"Either we must acquire another blanket or two or get a job and sleep under cover until--" The boy's imploring eyes upset him.

Brian turned a charred sausage and sighed.

There was his problem, he knew: Don and his future.

And they were barely twenty miles away from his uncle's farm.
"Remember the mountain quarry somewhere over there to the west ?" he asked.

"Suppose we hike over there in the morning and see if they need some brawny arms to help 'em crush stone.