The dead man was in the barn. We smelt something, dug in the hay, saw his hand sticking up, then uncovered him. He was pretty far gone.
The sheriff came out, then it all kind of went away. They couldn’t tell who it was, and figured some bad guys had killed him.
Daddy said nothing when folks started talking about how Mama took up with a stranger that passed through earlier. They hinted that that was the dead man.
Mama took us away. Six months later, Daddy drank himself to death, and Mama didn’t seem to care.