came to the little cemetery and he hobbled the horse and left it to graze outside the gates while he worked at digging the grave. He was down to his waist in the dry dirt and caliche when the sheriff pulled up and got out and walked down through the gate. I suspicioned it was you, he said. Billy paused and leaned on the spade and squinted up at him. He’d taken off his rag of a shirt and he reached and picked it up off the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead with it and stood waiting. That’s your brother lay in yonder I take it, the sheriff said.
