“A scythe, Jed?”
“Yeah—”
“You calling my uncle the Grim Reaper?”
“I don’t know what he was, but I could hear him clear as St. Mary’s bells. I recognized the voice—it was your uncle, telling me—telling me—”
“Telling you what, Jed?”
“He told me that even in Shallow Creek, the graves run deep. Said it just like that—the graves run deep. Told me the dead had visited hell, and now they’re comin’ back!”
the graves run deepAll at once Gordon was forced to acknowledge something he’d always known—that there were things in Heaven and on Earth that couldn’t be explained by observable facts; that there were men and women who knew how to tap into higher planes of existence. Some of them had come to Shallow Creek—fallen into its orbit, it seemed—because it was one of the few weak spots in the univ
