This time I tried rolling over toward the upturned Model-T and used it as a support to hold onto while I got to my feet. There were dozens of can goods lying about and somehow, the idea of Beef Willie sounded very appealing. I felt in my pockets and sure enough, I still had the little kit of flint and steel. I just needed some small twigs and we would soon have a fire. I started hobbling towards the hillside where dry twigs lay everywhere.
Fires cause smoke.
And you can see them for a long distance at night. I couldn't remember. Blanco would see the fire and he would come back. I needed a gun. I needed a gun.