• Something Human •

Finally they came across something human. It was a grave. The grave was right beside the road. It was simply a pile of bleak rocks covered with vulture shit. There was a wooden cross at one end of the rocks. The grave was so close to the road that you almost had to ride around it.

“Well, at last we’ve got some company,” Greer said.

There were a bunch of bullet holes in the cross. The grave had been used for target practice.

“9,” Cameron said.

“What was that?” Magic Child said.

“He said there are nine bullet holes in the cross,” Greer said.

Magic Child looked over at Cameron. She looked at him about ten seconds longer than she should have looked at him.

“Don’t mind Cameron,” Greer said. “He just likes to count things. You’ll get used to it.”