Not long after Dot left, Ethan watched the others begin setting up their tents. Uncle Jed came over, carrying a thick blanket.
"Here, take this. It gets very cold at night!"
Ethan could already feel the temperature dropping. Just half an hour ago, the last rays of sunlight had disappeared beyond the dunes. Now his breath was a faint mist in the air. He accepted the blanket gratefully.
Uncle Jed then held out something else—a scorpion shell, cracked open to reveal steaming, tender white meat. The aroma drifted up, rich and enticing.
"The claw is the best part of a Deathstalker Scorpion. I got you a piece," Uncle Jed said, sitting down beside him.
