They brought the cart to a stop on a knoll.
The moon was shining, casting an eerie wash on the four deep holes in the ground.
Four graves for them.
This was supposed to be their final resting place. Unmarked holes in the middle of a ghost town, mourned by no one. A very terrible end devoid of love and identity.
It made Chris Bawa’s blood boil with a fury so seething that it almost burned him up whole.
Jonathan Afful pulled the reins and brought the horses to a stop. Johnny Kidd threw his cigarette away. It arced through the air, a free amber tip, and fizzled out on the wet ground.
Johnny Kidd was whistling as he jumped down and walked back to the cart.
His eyes opened wide as he saw the terrible bulk of Chris Bawa looming up in the cart, a terrible apparition that made panic and hor
