Autumn dropped her pack on the dirt floor.
“Home sweet home.” She looked around at the crude tables and chairs.
Kawalski leaned his rifle against the wall and took off his backpack.
Lori looked into a back room. “Whew. Smells pretty strong. Must be where they kept their cows.”
“Welcome to the Hotel California,” Kawalski said.
“Hey,” Joaquin said, “there’s a bed in here.”
“A bed?”
The others hurried to the doorway, where Joaquin stood.
“Well,” Karina said, “I guess you could call it a bed.”
“I call it a pile of straw covered with a filthy blanket,” Sparks said.
“Call it what you want,” Autumn said, “it looks very inviting.”
“This fire is still warm,” Sarge said from another room.
When the others came into the front room, Sarge began stoking the fire. “Let’s split up. Half stayin
