Night time in the desert isn’t what most people would think it’s like. It can be scorching hot during the day, and absolutely freezing at night. Geoffrey pulled the thick woolen blanket around his shoulders. But that wasn’t what was irritating him. Dale Collier snored like some large dying beast. Full of volume and stuttering resonance, like Geoffrey had never heard before. He looked over at Nathan.
Even in the dark, Nathan caught the glance and just shook his head. “Let the lad be, Poulden.” He said quietly. “It’s best he gets what rest he can. He’s cross when he doesn’t get enough… and then he burns through more ammo.”
Geoffrey nodded, consenting to the logic. “What gets me is that he’s maybe only twelve stone at the most… but snores like a gigantic fat man.”