fiction, new from the book

new from the book #7

it isn’t seemly to be so excited by progress, yet I am.

“Moments passed. The men tried to exchange covert glances. The plan had not detailed what to do between finding and digging open the grave and carting the body back to town. There was no rope to haul up the coffin, no space to tear off the lid if it remained in the grave.

McKnight took action, stepping across the gap and hacking a couple of steps into the sides of the hole. The basis was there already, drunken men not being the best at neat shoveling. His own shovel had a square edge, instead of the borrowed spades most of the men had brought.”


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