This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Morales really wanted to try threshing some of the wheat, but it was late, and after his frantic race to get another log on the new wall, he was really bushed. Junior had eventually given up on him and had snuggled with the other baby chickens under the mother hen. Stripping off, Morales washed the worst of the grime off before falling into bed. Before he managed to turn the light out, the chick came running. Chuckling, he pulled the tiny chicken against him and flipped the switch that plunged the cave into darkness.
Much later, he awoke to the wolf's quiet rumbling growl. Easing out of bed, Morales pulled on his pants and sat waiting, crossbow in hand. There was faint moonlight partially illuminating the passageway, but he saw no movement there - heard nothing. After a time, Lobo quit growling.
His first thought was that it had been a false alarm, but he knew Lobo better than that. If the wolf said there was something out there, then there was. He supposed that whatever it was had either smelled or sensed the wolf and decided to leave, which suited Morales just fine. He hoped that it had left the whole area, too. He had already survived enough narrow escapes to last him for the rest of his life.
Have a goodun;