Before winter every year, my dad and brothers would dig the new outhouse hole. They would move the outhouse over it, and then cover the stinking hole filled with human waste.
During the day, I would not realize how alone we were in the wild desert. At night, it would be a different story. I would look out the window, looking for the howling beasts of the…
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