We slept in a rat-infested barn that night. I heard the men tossing and turning and grumbling all night.
“Hey, get off me, you nasty, little vermin,” Slim yelled, throwing a boot across the stall.
“Quiet down, Charles,” George said. “We’re trying to sleep.”
“How are we supposed to sleep with rats crawling all over us trying to eat us for dinner,”
“Just ignore them,” Ray mumbled.
“Oh sure. No problem,” Slim said, throwing his saddle pad over his head.
I agreed with Slim. I refused to lay down in the straw as I didn’t want the rats crawling over me. Lucky for me, horses can sleep standing up.
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