Bear and Badger had known each other for twenty years now, but had only been friends for the last five. Bear owed some kind of life debt to Badger’s older brother, and when he died, Bear felt it was only not right, but necessary, his service remain in the family.
Tuesday mornings, Bear would show up at Badger’s cabin. With coffee and a box of donuts, or a cake, or sometimes, a couple pounds of bacon if the price was right. They’d get some chore completed in the morning. Gathered firewood or worked on the truck.
Afternoons, they played cards.