They found him shortly afterwards. He was in the little washhouse across the yard. He had been chopping sticks in preparation for lighting the kitchen fire. The small chopper was still in his hand. A bigger chopper, a heavy affair, was leaning against the door the metal of it stained a dull brown. It corresponded only too well with the deep wound in the back of Rogers' head...
Another death
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
