Chester poured water on the fire and stirred the ashes until he extinguished it. He held the stick in the center for a moment, watching the last wisps of smoke dance languidly up from the coals. Ten minutes ago, he’d been burning the last flecks of pink meat and bones from the salmon he’d caught on orange coals. Now that the fire was dead, the remnants were variegated shades of gray, ranging from a black that wasn’t quite total darkness and a white that wasn’t all light.