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about it? He wasn’t supposed to take more than twelve passengers at a time, but he made an exception. We all fitted on those two benches. I think he said it was a Cessna Caravan something.
    I thought the crew were following on another flight. Maybe they are on their way, and they’ll get here later today, without the Old Man. Yeah. That must be it. He must be sending Anthony Evans, the AP—Assistant Producer—to direct until he gets here in three days, probably with Jacquie his exec assistant. I wish he’d told us, but it’s okay. He never does anything the normal, logical way. Anthony will bring a couple of techies and a grip. We’ll need a grip some of the time.
    What about the word going around the studio that the Old Man is broke and this is his last chance? It can’t be true, or he wouldn’t have been able to fund this show.
    I heave a sigh of relief when I see the sun glinting off Mark’s camera, and we’ve caught up with him and Trip. Trip gives instructions, and I wait until he has moved away from us before I say to Mark, “Let me know if you need me to take over for a while.” I point at the camera.
    Mark shakes his head. “I’m okay.”
    “Do you think there’ll be food and water in one of the bags?” I ask him. “I mean, for us. We’re not supposed to have to survive like them.”
    Mark shakes his head and draws his eyebrows together. “I wish I could say yes, but I’m beginning to wonder if that old man was crazier than we thought.”
    I don’t like the way he says that. “Anthony and the rest of the crew will get here later today. That makes the most sense, right?”
    Mark scratches his chin. “Maybe, but we’re talking radically eccentric old man here, so I wouldn’t count on it. If they were coming today they would have been on the jumbo with us, and he wouldn’t have made such a big thing about the sat phone that’s packed with the other supplies. He was quite serious when he was talking about that. He said at least we’d be able to communicate. I think he meant if anyone gets badly injured, like if that Mexican dude can’t go on with his leg like that.”
    “I just hope there’s some food for Jake, too.” As soon as we have the phone I’ll be able to call and tell the Old Man I quit. He’ll have time to get another camera operator to come with him in three days’ time, when he gets here. “And we need the solar chargers and spare batteries for the cameras. My battery’s running down.” Now that I think about it, there doesn’t seem to be any place where an airplane could land. So does that mean the Old Man will have to come in a chopper? I’m getting thirsty. Jake is panting.
    I am beginning to think we aren’t gonna find either bag, when Billy lets out a yell. “Yeehaw,” he shouts. “Over here.”

Chapter 4
    Billy Murphy reflected on the situation while he followed behind the camera girl.
    She was the best thing about him being a contestant in this reality show so far. She was real cute. Everything about her was cute. The way her hair floated around her face, a pretty color, too—kind of brown with lighter bits in it. Her eyes were that deep blue color and he got lost in them when she smiled. He liked watching her ass in front of him. It was tight and round. The lawyer dude, Andy Riggs, who was following behind him coughed, and he wondered if he was also watching it and thinking the same thing. He smiled to himself. The dude had to be getting hot in that suit, and his fancy shoes were gonna get ruined.
    Billy was glad he had a hat. It might be fall here, but the sun was hot and getting hotter all the time. His boots were comfortable and well worn-in.
    The dude in khaki’s seemed to have taken a leadership position. It didn’t bother Billy one way or the other. He knew he was a lot better prepared for these kinds of conditions than any of the others. He had been riding the range and camping out with Pa and his brothers since, well, Mom died. Except for the