The fruitwood charcoal burning below made the deer leg sizzle.
The whole rack of ribs was hung in a separate smoker, slowly smoked at a low temperature, cultivating a deeper flavor.
The drippings fell into the flames, sending up bursts of smoke mingled with the aroma of meat and pine, a scent that was enough to reach every corner of the valley.
Lin Yu'an and the McKinley men, each holding a can of beer, walked directly into the employees' campfire circle.
They sat together with the cowboys, mechanics, and security team members, sharing cigarettes, conversing in a man's way.
"Hey, Sean!" Second brother Garrett gave the chief of security a hearty pat on the shoulder, "I have to say, your surveillance system is more advanced than the police department's! I need to learn from you next time."
"Anytime, sir." A rare smile appeared on Sean's face.
Eldest brother Wyatt was discussing the winter feeding ratio for the cattle with a few old cowboys, engaged and interested.
