“It seemed too impersonal to use the Bobcat to dig it, but I’m being silly. I’ll go get it.”
Devin stopped her, picked up the four-foot steel breaker bar, and pounded and levered at the hard soil until the hole was deep enough. She knelt at the edge, scooping out shovelfuls of what he broke free.
Devin was utterly exhausted by the time they finished digging the grave in the hard soil.
The goat looked so small when they put it down in the grave. Once the body was covered, they backfilled it together. Rather than morose words or a dirge, she offered up a song by Little Big Town about all being in the band together. All the while tears trickled quietly down her face. He’d done his best with the harmony line.
“She always liked that song,” she managed on a hard swallow.
Then she’d introdu
