The setting sun drew the scattered mounds of earth eastward into long, indigo shadows. For every square foot of undisturbed grass, three minuscule ditches of equal size peppered its perimeter. Anyone stumbling across this scene would assume it was a spectacularly preserved battle site from the American Civil War. But these trenches yielded neither bone nor bullet. In fact, they yielded nothing but disappointment. Well, nothing but an exhaust pipe, a horseshoe, a Christmas ornament, and a paperweight in the shape of Felix the Cat; but those all equated to disappointment.
A trail of small, ocherous footprints twisted around the yard…
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