Chapter 19For hours, the only sound was the rhythmic shifting of the hard dirt. The rusty metal shovels and pickaxes, found within the old miner’s cabin, clanked hallow and dull. Violet dug until her hands were callused, and her fingers were numb from cold. When they were satisfied with the hole, Violet took stock of the sky. The moon was nearly gone. It was just a few hours until daybreak now. Perhaps she should have been tired. But her body carried the brunt of her fatigue. Her mind was still very much awake and playing loops of the same horrid scene over and over again.
Linus. On the ground. In their arms. Linus bleeding. The color fading from his eyes. She turned to where he lay, still as the grave. Sitting Bear had taken it upon himself to clean Linus as best he could. The blood was
