Good Roasts That Rhyme Novels & Stories

I know something is fishy as soon as I walk into the cabin. "What the fuck is that incredible smell?" asks my buddy, Hank, sniffing at the air. "Whatever it is, I'm eating two helpings of it." Rudy, the third in our hunting party, joins us in the entry. "Roast beef and baby carrots." Eyes closed, he holds up a finger. "With a sprig of rosemary on top." With a sigh, I ease off my camouflage vest and toss my cap toward an entry table. "Ain't you two idiots concerned with who is cooking in our cabin?"