Reblogged from This, That and The Other:

The serenity of the scene belied the treachery that had just taken place.

As dawn approached and the light of the moon, entering its waxing crescent phase, began to fade in the slowly brightening sky, the two men, covered with dirt, gingerly made their way down to the valley from outcropping above.

Upon reaching the valley floor, Ben said to Joe, “That was some nasty business, bro.”

“It had to be done,” Joe responded. “Do you think we dug it deep enough?” he asked.

Ben looked up toward the spot where they had just buried the body. He saw the large tree with its small outgrowth silhouetted against the clear, early morning sky. “Yeah, I thinks so. Besides, that ridge isn’t easy to get to. I don’t think anyone will find it.”

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