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Walt fed the campfire with twigs and dead pine needles, though it had taken a can of Sterno to get it started. Earlier in the hike, Marlin had pointed out a small hawk on the other side of a clearing that Walt couldn’t identify. The brochure’s rustic lunch tuned out to be PB&J. Whatever inherent mystique a Yukon trail guide might have, Walt was destroying it.
Marlin hummed a tune, watching for Walt’s reaction. The guide had to recognize the song. He had to.
“Cut that racket out,” Walt said.
Ah success. “Don’t you like the song?” Marlin asked.
“You’ve been carryin’ on with that nonsense since the trailhead. Christ himself would have told you to knock it off by now.” He tossed more needles in the fire and searched around his feet for more.
“I heard that singing or talking in the woods will keep bears away,” Marlin said.
“They’ll stay away just fine with or without you making jibber-jabber.”