ashes to ashes dust to dust

midtown tennessee, at the crack or dawn the ground is as dry as a bone. You can hear the wistle in the wind. the two men moved as slow as molases. The sherif sitting on the sidelines at eating like he was a bottomless pit. The boots of both the men were caked with mud. The men are hesatant to continue but both know theres no time like the present. Its too little to late. The evil looks and serious glares were tossed around like a hot potatoe.