"I tell you, there's somebody outside—"
They were both sitting on the edge of the bed now, speaking in whispers.
"You're dreamin', ole 'oman," he persisted.
"I heard 'em. There's more'n one. I heard some on the other side of the house. I heard two in front. Call the boys down—"
"Don't wake the boys up fer nothin—"
"Is yer gun loaded?"
"No."
"Oh, my God."
"I ain't got no powder. I don't kill game in the springtime."
They both listened. All was still. They could hear the breathing of the little girls in the trundle bed.