“Oh, Lordy,” Summer said as she sat down hard on the ground beside me. “It wasn’t just a story.”
Santiago was already on the phone and calling in Deputy Winslow to help secure the scene. I could hear the tone of his voice, and he was in official sheriff mode now. I sat down with Summer and asked, “What do you mean?”
She shook her head and pulled her eyes away from the skull, which Mika had set gently on the ground beside the privy hole. We weren’t going anywhere with anything we’d retrieved just yet.
When Summer met my eyes, she said, “I thought it was just talk, just folks not wanting things to change. You know how folks around here can be.”
I did know. Many people in our beautiful rural county really wanted things to go backward instead of forward. That was true for buildings but als
