The Battle of Zombie Hill: Defenders of the Overworld #1

The Battle of Zombie Hill: Defenders of the Overworld #1 — page 9
6 Even so the prospect of dozing on the open beach made Rob nervous Any cowpoke worth his salt knew to cover his back at night preferably beside a nice warm campfire He scanned the empty shoreline Not a scrap of burnable driftwood or even dried seaweed in sight and the open expanse offered no natural shelter Rob was on his own He smiled Solitude had its pros and cons at least there was nobody to bother him Still he considered it a good idea to sleep up off the ground if he could The only resource around was sand and plenty of it So he decided to pile some up to form a shelf That would get him off the ground and ward off whatever needed warding But as he started handling the sand he found that it wasn’t loose the way it was back home in the dry gulch He couldn’t push it into a tower In fact it was already held together in neat blocks Maybe he could stack the stuff into a pillar His days of performing tricks with a lasso on the ranch had made Rob a good jumper With nearly the last of his strength he leapt up in the air grabbed a block of sand and settled on top of it For good mea sure he placed a second sand block beneath his feet just as the sun dove below the horizon Now I can catch some z’s he said and the next moment he did But it wasn’t long before a strange noise woke him Nancy Osa