As the flames spread throughout the charcoal, he watched as a backhoe lifted earth and deposited a mass of soil into the bed of a truck.
The sun had settled near the horizon, but there was ample light to watch the gravediggers.
He never appreciated his property adjacent to the cemetery so much.
Considering how small this town was, where else was there to be buried?
This was the third new grave this week. The numbers matched.
He dropped the first cut on the grill. How much of those bodies were truly recovered?
No one had the slightest clue yet.