(Ryatt's opening monolog): When people hear the title “Grave Digger”, the thought of a greedy, old, lick lipping, son of a gun that only cares for making coffins and burying the dead. Last time seeing a “Grave Digger”, had to of been at Marry Larson’s funeral. There had to of been more holes in the suit and pants than there would be in a house infested with mice. You can see nothing but dollar signs floating past his eyes as they lowered Larson’s coffin into her grave. Everyone has to make money one way or another, his way was to just ripping off the dead and and digger their graves for them.

1889, Georgia, Quitman City.

“Ryatt, you damn, damn, damn....two skinned snake.” A three day, unshaven coyote named Jack Oleson, snears at Ryatt, and then slaps down a hand of cards onto the table. “Take your damn money!”

“Thank you kindly, sir. I will” barely looking up from his hand at Mr Oleson, extends out two of his arms to grab the money and a key from the middle of the table, then slides them to his end of the table. “This key. How many Silver did you say there were in the box, again?” A faint smile appears over Ryatt’s mouth.

“No need to act slow. You know god damn well I said eight silver bars, two-hundred in cash, and a gold watch”, Oleson says just as he slams down his beer from his mug.

“I know that Mr. Oleson, just like hearing you say it out loud so my tiny ears can dance the count of the bars” He slips the key into his chest pocket. His view shifted to the side quickly and back to the angry coyote.

“It was a pleasure to have a nice time of playing with you Mr. Olson but I must surrender to my need to eat.” Ryatt, standing himself up and after collecting his money and putting into his wallet, which is then placed into his tailored suit.

Ryatt begins to turn away, but Mr. Oleson stops him by asking, “You, not going to go for the box, yet? Do you really trust it will still be there by the time you get there?” He chuckles with narrowed eyes to the back of Ryatt.

“Mr. Oleson, are you sure if I do not find my prize, that you will still be able to breath the next morning?” Ryatt, makes his way out of the saloon and down a bit to grab his dinner from a dining hall.

With the sun already down, and the moon starting to raise up, Ryatt makes his way to his reward that he won from Mr. Oleson. Only a mile and a half outside of the city, in the cemetery, Ryatt rides out slowly to find the box, and starts to hear a horse behind him, as if it were displeased with something. But Ryatt keeps his attention forward, and his revolvers un-leathered. For the time Ryatt can hear the snorting and naying of the horse behind him, displeased by something. Of course, where there is a horse, there is a rider.

As Ryatt reaches the Cemetery, he leaves his wagon outside of the entrance. Picking up a shovel and a lantern off the back of the wagon, Ryatt slowly makes his way into the cemetery, lantern on and holding it out to help lead him.

“Pay~day!” A black and white haired wolf sitting on top of his horse, while making their way to the entrance for the cemetery. He knows not to approach to fast, but worries about seeing the light from Ryatt’s lantern fading, he spurs the horse to get it to trop a bit faster. The horse goes heavy breathing and grunts out a bi and then stops, refusing to go forward. “Crazy beast, what is wrong with you? No ghosts in there”

Frustrated, the wolf climbs down and ties his horse to a bush. He pulls out a rifle out from the leather holding on the horse. Walking quickly to keep the light of Ryatt’s lantern in sight, but slightly blind to what is happening right in front of him, the wolf stumbles over loose rocks and hitting his knees on grave markers, occasionally knocking some over. Many of the markers just made from wood as limestone is too expensive for many in the city to pay for.

Limping now, after having to hit a enough grave markers, he can see he is almost there, right where he can see Ryatt’s light. He crouches down, in hopes to make himself stealthy, the hammer back and a round in the chamber of his rifle. The wolf makes his way closer to where he sees a light coming out from an open grave. Curious, after overhearing the conversation between Ryatt and the Coyote named Oleson, he thought it was above ground, in a tree. The wolf shrugged and moved in for the kill. Figuring with the key and box of loot both in the same spot, it was going to be the easiest and biggest score for him, yet.

Near the edge of the grave, the wolf slowly leans over with the rifle pointing down first, “Oh thank you, so….” The wolf stop and freezes complete after only seeing the lantern occupying the grave, he looks back up to see if there is another light somewhere else, figuring this lantern was left behind the grave keeper, he hears something he wished he did not.

“Ah, Mr. Colsborn. Was waiting for you. Do, please drop the rifle, I do not wish to shoot you in the back.” Ryatt pulls a hammer back to what sounded like a revolver in the wolf named Colsborn.

Dropping his rifle to the side, he turns around to only see a tree behind him, and then looks up and sees the dark figure with his glowing green eyes staring right back at him from up high. Shocked to see Ryatt so high up, Colsborn losses his balance and falls backwards into the six foot grave.

Ryatt climbs down quickly and with easy with a sound thud, that was the weight of a heavy box filled with the silver bars. Ryatt looks over and into the grave with the pistol pointing at Colsborn and notices the broken lantern.

“Figured talking out loud of a big sore would lure you out one way or another, Mr. Colsborn” Ryatt, standing there as if he were grim reaper, ready to take the wolf soul and then to judgment.

“So you and that dirty coyote were both in on this, the treasure was all a set-up!?” snarling and quickly standing himself up, the wolf then bears his teeth at Ryatt as his finally act to be brave in front of death.

“Oh no, the silver bars are real, indeed. Right here next to me, they were inside of the tree. I was surprised as much as you were when I won such a prize.” Ryatt’s tongue flicks out by accident, showing his excitement “you see, the plan was just to win some cash in friendly card game, and in hopes to lure you after me, but lord and behold, a new watch.” Ryatt, holding up the watch and shows the watch to Mr. Colsborn and looks to the time as he does so.

“Now that I have my new gold watch, eight silver bars, and two hundred dollars, I also get you to turn in for the bounty. What was it again, Five hundred, if you are alive, two hundred if dead?” Ryatt’s darts out a few more times, as if he can taste the money.

Raising his hands to the air and looking away, Colsborn replies with a simple ‘yup’.


“So Mr. Colsborn, Do you like the grave to be your new home, or did you want to come with me? Time's ticking, and time is very heavy in wealth for me”. Ryatt waits for the answer as the sun begins to raise up


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