As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, CJ and Nightmare made camp for the night. CJ found a suitable spot protected from the wind and threw out his sleeping bag and made a small fire pit. He saw a dead tree stuck in between two craggy rocks and made his way to it. He tore the limbs from the tree and plopped them down near the fire pit. The fire started quickly from a tumbleweed he jammed under gnarled wind dried wood. The air was cold and the warmth was immediately soothing. The flickering flames danced around, casting eerie shadows on the rocks and ground.
CJ dug out a can of beans, and a pot from his saddlebag and placed it on a rock near the fire. In between stirring the beans he would pause and gaze at the stars. Thinking about the bone, and his own life, and where he was headed. He didn't even have a destination, yet he felt as though he did.
When the beans were hot and ready, CJ sat down near the fire to eat. Nightmare let out a noise resembling a sigh. She also didn’t have the easiest day walking through a land renown for their inpassabikity. CJ enjoyed every bite, he watched the stars twinkle above, and listened to the sound of the night. He felt content, surrounded by the silence and the vastness of the landscape which was quickly being engulfed by the darkness. Upon finishing his meal he wiggled into his sleeping bag. The gentle sound of Nightmare's breathing and the crackling of the fire lulled him to sleep.