...Things go "bumb"

"Sarge..." Bigly asked as they lay in their hammocks in Roger's barn "do you believe anything Mr. Whitby said?"

"Well, it seems obvious that motivated by greed, that Ravenswood woman cut corners. My father's family owns a coal mine back east... When I was little, my grandparents told me how easy it was for the mine to collapse if you did something stupid. Ravenswood probably wasn't shoring up the tunnel correctly to save timber and time."

"You sure learned a lot." Bigly said "surprised you didn't go into the family business."

"I wanted to, but my mother was in the army herself and she basically held a gun to my head. I got back at her though... she was infantry, and hated the cavalry for all the glory they got..."

Bigly laughed.

"Welp, night Sarge." Bigly said as she shifted into a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

"Good night, Bigly." Sitwell said as she did the same.

The moon was high on a clear night in the desert.

Nature had called, and Bigly was half a sleep, walking back from the outhouse when she heard it.

Chanting.

And not in English. Nor did it sound like any of the native tribal languages in the area. It also had an unnatural echo to it. The ground shook a little.

The confused young woman looked around.

"Is someone there?" She asked aloud "Hello?"

She looked around and saw nothing at first. She turned back towards the barn when she saw him.

A boy, not much older looking then Andrew, was standing a few feet in front of him, with a just a tattered cloth around his body

He didn't move, just stared at her.

"Um... hi there..." Bigly said. The boy did nothing.

"Look... um... I... I... I don't want trouble... We're leaving at sun up..."

The boy held a hand up towards Bigly and started mouthing something.

She got a good look at his hand.

It was all bones. No skin, no muscles... nothing.

He was ghost... the spirt of the boy from the legend