“I thought you might die in the canyon,” he said. “I was trying to figure out what I’d do.” “Yeah? What was your plan?” “I thought that if you died, I would just keep floating. Dump you and the antlers and go all the way.” “All the way where?” “Down the Yellowstone. To the Missouri. The Mississippi. All the way to the Gulf.” “Sorry to disappoint you. Next time I’ll die and you can be Huck Finn.”
