#Chapter38
With the howl of triumph from the creature followed by the terrified cries of the donkey shattering the night; the group knows that the time of reckoning has arrived. They move swiftly across the yard from the chicken houses towards the fenced off grave site. The makeshift gate is opened, and they take up position around the grave.
Sounds of the pick ax's striking the hard soil reverberate in the night air, as they break the silence. The air is cool on their skin, yet sweat runs from their bodies. Frantically they dig the picks rise and fall, exposing more and more of the earth underneath. The moon shining down from above on their labor.
