Squeak & Klen
You ever notice how the ranger’s supply cache hides behind the old cedar stand? I can show you a way to slip in without wrecking the tree, but the wood’s gotta stay whole.
That cedar stand’s got a blind spot, I’ll be the ghost that slips through. You got the plan, I’ll be the one who keeps the wood clean and the stash safe. Let's do it.
I can keep an eye on the wind and the birds. Tell me where you’re going in, and I’ll watch the bark. No bureaucrats can stop us if we move quick and quiet. Just keep the wood dry and the cache tight. Let's move.
You got the wind, I’ve got the silence. Give me the spot and the timing, and I’ll keep the cedar whisper-quiet while we grab that cache. Let's slip.
The cedar that’s on the north side, right behind that big old oak, is the only spot that hides the cache from the ranger’s line of sight. We hit it at dusk, after the deer are gone but before the light’s gone. Walk in on the old path that follows the riverbank, keep the footsteps light, and be ready to move fast if the wind picks up. Stay still until the sun dips, then grab the stash and back out the way you came. No more talking, just move.
Got it. I’ll be the shadow that slips through. I’ll keep the cedar dry and the stash tight. See you at dusk.
Sounds good. I'll keep watch of the breeze and the birds. Stay low, stay quiet. See you at twilight.
You got the wind, I’ve got the quiet. I’ll be the shadow on the trail—let’s make it a clean run. See you at twilight.
All right. I’ll keep the wind low and the birds quiet. See you at dusk.
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.