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January 9, 2015
Posted at 3:08 pm

Chapter 313 of Book 3 is in the queue

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

The Prison Planet

...Morales looked over at the rolled-up hide, one side saturated with the mixture of animal brains and piss. I need to do another scraping. The book stressed that every little piece of meat and fat, including the paper thin epidermal layer between the carcass and the outer hide, has to be removed. After the last scraping, I'll stretch the hide yet again, but this time, I'm going to do it inside the cave. He thought for a minute, then, "I can jam a pole across right there, he thought as he looked at a particular spot in the cave walls. I can put the hide over the pole just like I did on the tree limb, then by pulling on both sides of the hide, probably do a better job of stretching it than I could outside, and… I won't have to keep watching my back while I'm doing it.

He gazed at the short poles he had driven into a wall roughly twenty feet from the entrance, having hung Robertson's bows and quivers there for a backup. After reading what the manufacturer had written about maintenance of the crossbows, he worried that keeping a bow cocked all the time would weaken it. The note didn't say anything about the bow itself being weakened by constantly remaining cocked, but warned that there was the possibility of the cable stretching, which would both weaken the cable and reduce the power of the crossbow. True, he had extra cables, but doubted he would ever be able to make a natural cord of sufficient strength to replace them once they were used up. Worry about weakening or not, when he was outside, the crossbow remained cocked with a bolt locked in and ready to go. Worry about stretching a cable was one thing, but fear of death was another.

Have a goodun;