CHAPTER 71
“Dwight, you’ll bury all this crap?” Jeff waved at the net covering all the car parts.
The man considered the mess for a moment. Walked back and forth apparently inspecting the fields and the sky. But Jeff knew by now not to hurry him or he’d just get a stall.
Dwight pointed to the far side of the netting, on the side away from the silos.
“Strikes me as a fine spot for a swimming pond.”
A swimming pond? Jeff kept his mouth shut, and tried to nod sagely about how it made sense to him. Most natural thing to do, stand in front of a camouflaged battlefield, over the bodies of the dead, and talk about swimming ponds.
“I think she might enjoy that. Girl doesn’t get out in the sun enough.”
“Good point,” Jeff agreed. “You’re right about that.”
“There’s a clay layer about twenty
