The rest of the time, Jack surfs or fishes or drives into town to buy supplies for the camp. When the tourists are in, he'll cook them breakfasts of huevos rancheros or pancakes or any other damn thing they want, and he makes lunches of fruit and chicken and cold, cold beer. In the evening he grills the fish they've caught, or the fish he's caught, and after he's done cleaning up he grabs a beer and sits and listens to Hernando sing the old canciones.
Or if Hernando doesn't feel like singing, Jack just lies in the bed of Hernando's old pickup and listens to the Dodgers game on the radio. The weather reports talk about big rainstorms coming up in the north.
Sometimes Jack sits back and looks at some crayon drawings that come for "Uncle Jack" in Hernando's mail. At first they were of trees and houses on fire. Now they mostly show horses, or kids on horses, and the kids are usually smiling and the lady with them always has black hair.
Jack thinks a lot about Letty.
He thinks a lot about himself and Letty with the kids.
He rarely thinks about California fire and life.