Jack should have followed Bishop's lead to the East side of the valley. Bishop always on the East side, while Jack scrambled snow covered hills reaching for the last of the afternoon sun on the West. By the time he got to a high ridge the sun was to set in short order. He took Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath" with him and one beer. Jack was shaky and he knew that just one beer could pull him out of it.
The days prior Jack had drank so much just to feed desire that he had plum passed out 'round 6:00pm. He and Buck made their way over the pass headed East toward home. Jack's ribs ached from wrestling with H.D.D., and he resented the fact that he had lost his flashlight in the snow. Buck struggled to keep his eyes ajar as he drove South up the valley.
Jack was welcomed once home but passed up the family hugging for a hot shower to clean himself of a three day smokey drinking binge
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