The Secrets of Sadie Maynard [antikvár]

May 1936 "Ain't nobody never gonna find her here." "Nope." The older man's shovel cut sharp and deep through the soft spring earth, damp from the gentle rain. A feeble rainbow arched briefly over the ridge of the West Virginia mountain then disappeared. The sun couid not penetrate this gray morning's murky fog. "They say she's hauntin' places." "Ain't even got her buried yet. How kin she be a ghost?" "Dewey Puckett swears he picked up a hitchhiker who climbed in the backseat of his car, but who warn't thar when he tumed to talk to her, and Granny Tucker says she runs alongside the road near Twenty-Two Mine where they found her body." The old man's expression of disgust tumed to one of belief. Granny Tucker saw spirits for true. "Maybe so." Though perspiring from exertion, the old man hunched his jacket around his neck to ward off the damp, unseasonable chili. The younger man, shivering with cold and apprehension, dropped his shovel to rub his hands together for warmth. "Don't it seem cold for this time of year?" he asked the old man. "Yep."