“But what about...his face?”
“I shut his eyes for him. Looks like a sleepin’ baby don’t he?”
How could Bohannon not see what Floyd was seeing? A haphazard pile of bone, blood, and skin.
“You looked rested enough,” the sheriff said, “Help me get this lid on.”
* * *
“Rrrrraaaahhh!”
The shout came suddenly and shook Floyd from a deep sleep. His head was pressed into the pillow. The surrounding darkness and chirping crickets seemed uninterrupted.
Maybe it was a dream. He had been tossing and turning all night. At some point, his mind finally shut down, tired of attempting to process the day’s events.
Floyd pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked over at Jinnie. Her back was to him. He could hear the ups and downs of light snoring. Floyd remembered crawling into bed after helping S
