There was still plenty of meat in the shipping container. Taylor Vance took out a rack of ribs and started cooking. Officer Graham shoveled two buckets of snow to melt down, then peeled the cassava and put it in a steamer to cook for half an hour.
The temperature dropped at night, so everyone gathered around the campfire to keep warm. Sweet potato porridge simmered in another pot. It didn't need any sugar; the natural sweetness of the potatoes filled the air.
A warm bowl of sweet porridge would hopefully soothe their frayed nerves.
"How many more days until we're out of this grassland?"
Taylor Vance took out the map and glanced at it. "About another fifteen days, but we'll have to cover around sixty kilometers each day."
"Fifteen days... so another nine hundred kilometers."
"Our route is correct, right?" Wyatt Vaughn asked, looking up at Evelyn Ford after taking a sip of his sweet potato porridge.
