Free Mungus: Book 1 by Chad Leito Page A

where you two will live.  Don’t get too cozy with just the two of you.  Whenever more people come to the farm this is going to be filled up.”
                  Saul entered before me, ducking his head as he went, then I came in behind him.  Hank threw our suitcase in and then Di shut the wooden door and locked it.  There was a little barred window in the back that let in some moonlight.  I pushed on the door to make sure that it was locked and found that it wouldn’t budge.
                  I found cots stacked up against the wall.  They had metal, rusted frames with tough fabric in the middle.  I unfolded the cots and Saul and I laid down on them.
                  “I’m thirsty, Walt,” he said.
                  “I am too.”
                  “Is there anything to drink?”
                  “No, I’m sorry.”
                  Saul let out a sigh.  “What do you think we’ll be doing tomorrow Walt?”
                  “I don’t know.  I have no idea.”
                  I rested in silence looking at the moon through the little window.  After some time, Saul asked, “Walt, are we going to die here?”
                  “No, Saul.  Of course not.”
                  “Promise?” he asked.
                  Then, for the second time that day, I made a promise to my brother that I wasn’t able to keep.
     
     
    6
    The Farm
     
                  I awoke to the distant sound of pots banging and voices yelling.  Saul was still snoring beside me and a soft light leaked in from the window in the back of our cabin.  It was early morning and my body begged me not to get up.  I wished that they would let us have a day off after our journey, or just the morning, and let us sleep so that our bodies could rest.
                  Of course, my wish didn’t come true.  Our cabin door was flung open and a short, Salyer guard with a high pitched voice and little hands came into our cabin, banging pots and pans together.  “Get up!  Get up!  Get up!”  He banged on the pots near our ears until we stood up and were out of bed.  Then he left.
                  Saul stood up tall, cracking his back and yawning.  His eyes were red and his tired head looked like it was thinking even less than usual. 
    “How did you sleep?” I asked.
                  “I had a dream that I played for the Yankees.”
                  “So, good?”
                  Saul smiled and nodded.  We walked out of our cabin and saw that outside of all the other occupied cabins, including the Nelson’s, the workers were seated on the dirt in front of the door.  They seemed to be waiting for something and since we didn’t know what was going on, we followed their lead and sat down on the ground in front of our new residence.  The sun was beginning to peak out over the horizon.  The two rows of cabins stretched across the dirt road and at the end, surrounding the cabins, stood stalk after stalk of green, leafy plant.  In front of each cabin sat four workers.  Men, women, and small children with sleepy eyes talked slowly in the cool morning.  I only counted 10 Grecos as I looked over the cabins.  The rest of the workers were all Beardsleys with short bodies and limbs, thick shoulders, wiry black hair, ruddy faces, and fat noses.  A Salyer guard that I was unfamiliar with was pushing a wheelbarrow down in between the rows of cabins.  Attached to the wheelbarrow, underneath the handles, was a metal structure that held hundreds of stacked bowls; inside of the wheelbarrow was a gray, goopy liquid.  The guard walked down in between the cabins, dipped the bowls down into the wheelbarrow gunk, and handed them to the waiting servants.
                  As I waited, I noticed that in front of the cabin beside Saul and I