When they finally return to camp, the soldiers have gone. Only a few diehards from the Phoenix faction are still sitting by the fire, comparing the day’s animal sightings. Rolph creeps into his tent, pulls off his pants, and climbs onto his cot in a T-shirt and underwear. When she speaks, he can hear in her voice that she’s been crying. “Right,” Rolph says, and the ladies fall away like the drumbeats, leaving him and his father together, an invincible unit amid the burbling, whispering bush. He thinks, I’ll keep in mind this night for the relaxation of my life.
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