As daylight began to break I could hear Digger grunting and fussing to himself.

As he was digging a hole in the ground to be my grave.

High up in the oak tree I could see Digger on the other side of the hill.

Digger had already figured the perfect place to bury my remains.

The only thing I hadn't figured out?

Was how was Digger going to react when he realizes that the Grim Reaper did not pay me a visit last night.

I knew escaping Digger's eyesight of me wouldn't be that difficult.

At least I thought so!

After all Digger was too busy fussing with himself digging my grave.

My concern was, once Digger didn't find my dead body near the oak tree, not only would he know, I wasn't dead. Bill and LeRoy would also know it.

The prospects of being on the run as a hunted man for the rest of my life started to become very real to me.

I just couldn't understand why so many dam people that didn't even know wanted to kill me ?

Just for visiting the grave of a dead man.
It just seemed bizarre to me.

Yet here I was, not knowing, who, or how many, it was, that wanted...