I woke up that morning to Pop's angry shouting as he kicked the bed.
"Get up, ya idjit! Ya left the damn fence open, and our horses are all over the place."
By the way, Pop slurred his speech, I knew that he wasn't sober and probably hadn't slept. While I did make mistakes from time to time, I knew that I'd closed the gate last night, same as I always did. He'd probably opened it himself and forgotten about it, or just wanted to blame me.
It took me a moment to wake up enough to stand, and then a few minutes to get dressed. I thought for a moment and then decided to ask Pop if he was gonna come out and help me. The answer was almost certainly no, but it would be a pain in the ass to do this by myself. As I walked to Pop and Mama's open bedroom door, I heard something like a conversation
