![]() ![]() “Father, why are we digging up Auld Man Conyngham?” ![]() “I was coopering plus farming my own fields at your age.” His words puffed steam into the night. “Grown so big he canny buckle his breeks, yet feared of a graveyard.” He pulled harder, grunting, then stood up to rub his back. “Nearly a man,” his father mumbled, hauling again on the tussock. Henry stepped onto the grave, gritted his teeth, then sank the spade into the earth. ![]() The sooner ye sink that spade in, the sooner we can get oot of this godforsaken graveyard.” Henry took the spade and tried to dig from afar if Auld Man Conyngham’s bony fingers groped from the grave, they would not find Henry McConnell’s ankles within reach. Now take this spade, dig into the roots, and lift while I pull.” “But I’d have to stand on his grave to do it, and Auld Man Conyngham-” ![]()
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