The Guard
The night was bitter cold with a sky full of stars and scattered clouds. The kind of night he remembered as a child. But those nights he was usually up in the loft tucked under the quilt Nana had made with a fire in the fireplace of the small cabin. His brothers and sisters were tucked under the same quilt keeping each other warm. His mom and da were in a bed down below as were Nana and Papa. He wished he was home.
