I work my way across the grassy turf, carefully stepping past the weathered coral built by my Grandfather. Reaching the fence line, I set the lamp and the shovel on the other side. Placing both hands on the top plank I half climb, half jump over. Then head for the house. Passing the Beast, I toss the shovel into the bed of the pickup truck.
Metal scraping metal interrupts the night's serenading crickets and frogs.
At the side of the house my body sags onto the concrete steps. I set the lantern off to the side. I'll put it away after I rest for a few minutes. Icy tendrils creep up through my jeans from the cold concrete. My whole body begins to shiver slightly.