The room was actually warmed by the thirty bleating goats. Most were bedded down for the night. Akmal pulled open the heavy wooden door with a leather strap. “This will keep you safe in case the Taliban arrive at dawn. They hurt our people, steal our food and the grass we’ve pulled and dried for our goats to feed their horses.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Rachel put her hand on the young boy’s thin shoulder. “This is fine. Will you come and wake us up tomorrow morning?” “I will if the Taliban does not ride through,” he promised. Moving into the narrow room, Akmal said, “Be sure to push the sacks and wooden boxes against the door. That way, if the Taliban comes in and pulls this door open, they will not realize you are hidden deeper inside the room.” Rachel shivered inwardly. “We will,” she promised. “Good night,” Akmal said, lifting his hand. The outer door to the barn closed. Rachel looked around. They had a small oil lamp that cast a very small amount of light, and she was grateful for the warmth.
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