Chapter 19
Mark knelt again, holding a trembling hand over the skull for a few seconds before he touched it. For the first time since Beth first heard it, the miner’s voice fell silent. Mark gently picked up the skull and slipped it into his pack. Beth squatted as carefully as she could and picked up the left upper arm bone, then the right. Within a few minutes, they’d shifted the original rock fall aside and gathered up everything they could see.
“Thank you for letting us help you,” Beth said, her voice trembling from worsening pain in her arm. Sweat cut tracks through the grime on her face. “We’ll bring you out of here, and bury you as soon as we possibly can.”
“I know just the place for the night,” Mark said. “Right beside my grandfather. They might have a lot to talk about. Come on,
