The Grave Robbers

Folks wondered what strange things were going on in Muddy Fork when old Bob Baker's body was found dug up, with his bones placed on top of his coffin.

"Who in the world would stoop to such a wicked and awful thing as that," said Pa, as he sat at the breakfast table, sopping up his gravy with a cat head biscuit.

Mammy nodded in agreement. "It's bound to be close to the coming of Lord," she said, after Pa had spoken. "It says in the Good Book, 'Man will get more wicked as time goes on.'"

Pa spoke with his mouth full. "Sheriff Westbrook has Wilbur Spivy guarding the Muddy Fork graveyard. He's paying him a dollar a night. He's off on Sundays, so Web Turner spells him."

"That sure is a spooky job, sitting among the dead," murmured Ma, rubbing her arms with goose bumps.

"Old Wilbur stays so drunk, he'd miss a grave digger if he did come to dig a body up," said Pa, laughing. "I went up there the other night, you know. I didn't light my lantern and rode my mule almost into Muddy Fork. I took that path on the south side of the graveyard and slipped up right careful, not letting Wilbur see me. It was real quiet out there. The moon was shining bright and I could see him propped up against a grave headstone, either fast asleep or dead drunk.

"It was all I could do to keep from throwing a rock onto the top of one of those big oak trees so it would make a thrashing sound and scare the daylight out of him, but I thought better of it and just slipped back around the ridge and walked to where my mule was tied. It was

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Stanley McQueen
Lektorat: Valerie Byron
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.12.2012
ISBN: 978-3-7309-0139-7

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