The Orphans Series Vol. 1: The Orphans by M. Evans Page A

then something about how didn't you know that guns kill."
                  "Yes, guns kill every day, but it's at the hands of the untrained or those too weak to handle life's issues without one."
                  "Geez, Frank! Settle down! I was just pulling your chain!"
                  "I know you're kidding, boy, but there are some things someone should know how to do. Being able to hunt for your own food shouldn't be something that those ignorant teachers are able to complain about, or think lesser of you for. If the world went to hell in a handbag, anyone who couldn't fend for themselves would be dead. No one's going to support a society full of people who can't contribute or are unwilling to take care of themselves."
                  They arrived back at the cabin just as the sun was going down, and brought inside their solar powered lanterns. They hit the power switches lighting up the ten by fifteen foot space. There was plenty of room for two guys, with two cots, a table, and a stove to cook on and heat the building by. If needed, there was a lavatory outside anywhere you chose. Shaun went over and laid out his gear next to the cot, and found a nice big fat log to stuff into the hot embers which were left from burning all day. He grabbed a hot pad and looked at the stew concoction that his dad had made before they left. It was more like a steak mush at this point. It had cooked and boiled and stewed all day long.
                  "How is the stew looking? I could eat a pig's asshole right now I'm so damn hungry!"
                  Shaun looked at his dad. "Please tell me this is our regular stew meal and not the alternative."
                  Frank, taking a minute to enjoy, this tapped a finger on his chin. "You know, I can't remember.... Did I pack pig assholes or beef? I guess we'll have to find out! Better grab a small bowl for your first round of supper, Shaun."
                  Shaun shrugged. "Well, at least you brought a loaf of bread and some fruit cocktail cans."             
                  Frank grabbed the cast iron pot and carried it over to the table. He laid out a couple bowls and filled them to the top. Steam poured out of them along with delicious smells. "Come eat some beef stew, Shaun. Your being hungry, cold and in the wilderness is no fun. We'll save the pig for Sunday breakfast!"
                  Shaun took a big inhale of the steaming stew in front of them and went to take a giant bite of it. His dad stared at him, smiling. "That's some hot food son...! Might want to let it cool off."             
                  Shaun attempted to juggle the food in his mouth finding a spot the scalding hot stew wasn't going to blister, and he finally decided the only thing he could do to save himself was to take a giant drink of water. He chugged a few gulps out of his bottle and made some panting noises. He picked up a piece of bread, tore off a chunk and started snacking on it, waiting a bit more patiently now for the stew to cool.             
                  Frank took a piece of bread and passed it back and forth in his hands. "Shaun, I've been meaning to talk to you, but I figured I'd wait until we got to go on our trip this weekend."
                  Shaun looked up. Questions he kept to himself were betrayed in his eyes, like: Why did you wait? Was it because you were worried about what I'd do if I was home? Would I leave if I was home? Would I hide in my room? He nodded and just stared. If he wanted to talk they would talk.
                  Frank thought maybe Shaun would say something and after a minute of awkward silence he managed, "So you're aware that Karen and I have been seeing each other the last few months, right?"             
                  "Yeah, I know you two are