I can see the raging fire through the trees in front of us. My brother and I were heading to a bonfire that the Trongle boys were hosting. as we got closer to the clearing in the old forest I can hear the country music coming from the lighted area. I can hear the hoots and hollers of the people who had been parting since the very start, I can smell the smoke drifting through the air. “How many people are here?” Joey my little brother asked. Joey wasn’t little he had just turned 18 and played football for the local high school team. “I’m not sure, you know everyone in town knows the Trongle’s. They always throw big parties at this same spot. most people here probably just saw the smoke and came over.” I replied. My name is Jack Rugger. My family and I have lived in Fallon Nevada for over 50 years, it is peaceful here, and we know almost everyone in town. A figure was now starting to approach us. I started to tense up as it stumbled, obviously drunk, towards us. A fight was the last thing I wanted right now, especially with someone who has been drinking. As the person stumbled forward he slurred out the words “Jackie!!! What took you sho long?”. It was Bo, my best friend since 5th grade. He was no threat to me or my brother, he wasn’t a threat to anyone, he was one of the kindest guys you could ask to meet. “Sho you guna ’ave a beer or what?”, slurred Bo almost falling over himself. “No, Bo I’m fine. You know I don’t drink.”, I replied grabbing his arm so he didn’t fall over entirely. “Come on Bo let’s get you to a log by the fire.”, said Joey as he grabbed Bo’s other arm and we walked towards the crowded clearing. Upon entering the trees you find that by looking up there is only a small hole in the branches overhead. The hole was currently filled with the smoke from the seven foot high bonfire made from dead trees. In between gaps in the trees, the tailgates of pickup trucks were poking into the clearing, in front of the tailgates were lawn chairs, sofas, lazy boys, and anything else people could find to sit on. Closer to the fire was logs and stones circling the fire, people were all over the place it seemed like almost the whole town was here. We guided Bo over to a empty log nearby and sat him down upon it. Bo almost instantly passed out. We figured he was safe here no one in this town would try to steal anything from Bo. Most everybody loved him, he was always kind and loving. His whole family was. His father served in world war two, and was well known for his skills with a rifle. People say that Bo acquired that skill too, but no one knows for sure. Bo doesn’t like guns, he doesn’t like to touch them or even be in the same room as one. We walked away from the snoozing Bo and walked to the back of one of the Trongle boy’s tailgate where they usually set up a few large ice chest that they and others would put drink’s inside. Since many people here had decided to stay sober to be designated drivers for the ones drinking, the ice chests contained a vast collection of people’s favorite sodas. The rule was Give a few take a few, if you are unable to give then all is well. so that meant that my brother and I could have a few sodas because we currently could not afford to bring any. Our family was saving up for a new truck and we really need it. On our last truck the engine over heated and cracked the block rendering the whole truck useless. Also the truck was made in the 60’s it was a 66 Chevy C10 pickup truck, So it goes without saying we need a new one. I reached into a ice chest containing some cola and picked two of them out, I handed the other to my brother.