David saw Nash and a few others carry his injured father into the tent, but it was pitch-black inside. Only a sliver of weak light filtered in from the entrance, making it impossible to see what was going on.
He hurried over to the supplies, squatted down, and rummaged through them until he finally found a kerosene lamp.
He wiped the lampshade and checked the wick. Then he took out a match, struck it, and a small flame flickered in the wind. David quickly cupped his hand to shield it, slowly brought it to the wick, and touched it gently. The kerosene lamp lit up in an instant.
A dim, yellow light shone from the lampshade, dispelling the wilderness's darkness and casting everything around in flickering shadows.
Carrying the kerosene lamp, David walked into the tent and set it on a small wooden table to the side.
"This will have to do for now. Later, I'll run a power line over for you from the generator shed."
