"Damn stupid," he says. Finished skinning his squirrel, he skewers it and sets it on the flame. He wishes he had a saucepan. It's a shame to waste the juices over the fire. "Half the soldiers should know this shit. They're from here."

It's why you shouldn't hire rich fucks and fancy boys to do a man's work. It's why he likes the hillpeople better than the soldiers from either side.