Steve thought back to when he was young and used to play with Brenda down by the creek. They had so much fun, fishing and explorin. They had found a cave covered up by weeds and such. This was their special picnic place. Brenda always packed up a little lunch for them and they would sit in their cave and daydream about robbers chasin them or that they were the top coal miners of the area, or that a baby bear was hiding in the cave with them and he was their defender. Then she got to be a teen, well he was one too, and they didn’t hang out so much any more. Gosh, he hoped Brenda was ok.

  The two revenooers walked into the biggest mess they had ever seen! Trash was everywhere, dishes were piled up in the sink, chairs were turned over and it stunk! Bert walked over to the table and started searchin the floor. “Steve, come look at this. There are bloodstains all around this chair and a clump of hair.” They searched the rest of the house, in vain.

  Next, Steve and Bert went out to the barn and found the mound that Bob had been near. As they walked around the mound, Steve saw a bony hand with flesh rottin stickin through the side of the mound! He turned around and lost the contents of his stomach. Bert had grabbed a shovel and was diggin. He found a big section of head where the hair was missing. Since there was not a coffin, the body was in bad decomposition with worms all over it. Steve walked away.

  Steve went to the patrol car and took Bob with him fur a witness. He asked ol man Moseby where his cousin, Brenda was. Ol man Moseby said, “She is over in that mound. She is a lousy cook and I told her not to have any young uns and I found out she was in the family way. She had to go.”

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  Steve asked, “Whose baby was it?”

  “Mine, of course. She ain’t never gone nowhere else. She stayed here. But I ain’t got no use fur children. They is loud and messy and I don’t want none, so I got rid of it and the lousy cook. She always burnt the beef and the pork when she cooked them. Only the chicken turned out right.” Ol man Moseby said.

  “Did you kill her?” Steve asked.

  “Of course, how else would I get rid of her? But I give her a burial and I am workin on a headstone. Don’t tell the law how she died. We can tell them she fell down,” ol man Moseby said, snickerin.

  “We are the law and you are under arrest fur homicide and moonshinin. They are goin to throw away the keys, with you committin these crimes! How could you be so cruel to torture that poor girl?” Steve yelled at him.

  Bert walked back over to where Steve and Bob were standin. “Her head was bashed in and an ice pick was through her heart. I’m so sorry, Steve that you had to be here fur this,” he walked off shakin his head and made arrangements fur someone to pick up Brenda Sue’s remains and have her interred properly.

  Earl just stood there with his mouth hangin open when Clement finished up explainin. “If I’d knowed these here things were goin on, I would have helped that young lady. We knew ol man Moseby was crazy, but I never figured he would do a thing like that! Such a sad state of affairs!”

  Earl was real tired out from his trip and now this bad news about his neighbors just about drained the life out of him. He left fur home so he could rest up and deal with that news better when he woke up.