There were a few hours of daylight left by the time they covered the grave with rocks to keep it safe from wild animals. Georgie hurried over to them. He no longer wore the fancy dress but was now dressed in something plainer, something that would be more suitable for handling a team of mules.
“What is it?”
“Sharps suggests we use some brush to help camouflage the grave.”
Steve wanted to snap they didn’t have the time for such nonsense, but he realized it wasn’t nonsense and they’d better damned well make time for it—the brush would help keep Fox’s grave hidden from two-legged varmints.
“All right.”
“I’ve sent the children out to get whatever they can find.”
“Good thinking.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Georgie c****d his head at Steve. “Right. I’ll let Sharps know you appreciated t
