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In a derelict seashore graveyard a mystery unfolds, a trail of violence in Maymouth's history which casts long shadows. Permission is granted to open the tombs of a loving couple, Jan and Morwenna Treverra, buried centuries ago and given touching epitaphs. But there are recent remains in there - buried long after the couple died - and the whole community, young and old, is involved in this case.

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER THREE Some Indian Lore Buddy knew Indians as he knew cattle, horses, rattlesnakes and storms — by having them mixed in with his everyday life. He could n't tell you where or when he had learned that Indians are tricky. Perhaps his first ideas on that subject were gleaned from the friendly tribes who lived along the Chisolm Trail and used to visit the chuck-wagon, their blankets held close around them and their eyes glancing everywhere while they grinned and talked and pointed — and ate. Buddy used to sit in the chuck-wagon, out of harm's way, and watch them eat. Step-and-a-Half had a way of entertaining Indians which never failed to interest Buddy, however often he witnessed it. When Step-and-a-Half glimpsed Indians coming afar off, he would take his dishpan and dump into it whatever scraps of food were left over from the preceding meal. He used to say that Indians could smell grub as far as a buzzard can smell a dead carcase, and Buddy believed it, for they always arrived at meal time or shortly afterwards. Step- and-a-Half would make a stew, if there were scraps enough. If the gleanings were small, he would use the dishwater — he was a frugal man — and with that for the start-off he would make soup, which the Indians gulped down with great relish and many gurgly sounds. Buddy watched them eat what he called pig-dinner. When Step-and-a-Half was not looking he saw them steal whatever their dirty brown hands could readily snatch and hide under their blankets. So he knew from very early experience that Indians were not to be trusted. Once, when he had again strayed too far from camp, some Indians riding that way saw him, and one leaned and lifted him from the ground and rode off with him. Buddy did not struggle much. He saved his breath for the long, shrill yell...