“Ahhhh,” every muscle of his body ached as Johnny eased down into the tub of hot water. He hated cows and now he was bruised all over because he tried to pull a stupid cow out of the muck.
An hour later Scott knocked on the door, “Johnny, did you fall asleep in there?” He peeked in, and Johnny was asleep.
When Scott touched his arm, Johnny jumped, “Dios Scott.”
“Come on brother the water’s cold and you need to go to bed.
“Yeah.” Johnny yawned then slowly stood and grabbed the towel.
“But I ain’t wearing no nightshirt.”