The Ranch

I had been dating Don for a couple of months when he told me that he told me that he came from a polygamist family.  He didn't expect me to keep going out with him, neither did I.  I stopped seeing him for about a month, but I missed him and was terribly lonely, so  I went to see him.  We started dating again.

He was a mechanic and never showered after a greasy days work.  He had shortcomings, but I still liked him.
He had four siblings.  His mother was married to a polygamist.
The kids were always talking about the ranch.  They said it was a hundred years old.  They liked going there.  I imagined a large house on a piece of land with horses and other animals.

The family was going there to do some dear hunting.  Don asked me to go.  We drove for hours on the desert.  It seemed like hundreds of mile, far away from everything escept sage brush.  We came to  an old adobe shack.  This was the ranch.  There was no electricity or running water.

When night came, the darkness was thick.  We could see absolutely nothing.

My bed was a sleeping bag on top of a straw mattress.  As I laid there, I heard what sounded like rats running and chewing in the walls.  I could hear one right above my head.  Suddenly, the cat jumped on the bed and leaped up to the wall above my head.  The cat then went down by my feet.  I could hear what sounded like bones being chewed.  When I woke up in the morning, there was a rats head on my sleeping bag.
Don and I eventually broke up.