the backhoe. âYou know how many looky-loos weâve been getting up here ⦠that old guy yesterday, those other clowns last week. So, letâs remember to use English, okay? Weâre going to end up with some serious accidents if we donât know what the heck weâre saying to each other â¦â
Nikos and Taki stared at their boss but didnât answer.
âOkay, whatâs the holdup, Nikos? Who told you to shut this baby down?â
âTaki thinks he saw something.â Nikos pointed toward the backhoeâs bucket, where Taki was carefully removing small stones from the earth beneath it.
âYouâd better be looking for gold down there, Taki, thatâs all I can say,â Sean grumbled. âWeâve got rain coming in tomorrow and I canât afford any more delays around here.â He jumped into the shallow pit and shook his head. What was intended to be the basement for the addition was less than four feet deep. The combination of inclement weather and the rocky New England landscape had forced the excavation to take three times as long as Sean had anticipatedâa fact that had strained to the limit his relationship with the propertyâs new owner.
âCome on, Taki,â he said, resting a forearm on the backhoe and peering around the bucket, âwhat the hell are you doing down there? Letâs let Nikos get back to work.â
âThereâs bones down here, Sean.â
âSo what are you? A dog, all of a sudden? Who cares?â
Taki lifted a bone, about ten inches in length, and handed it to Sean.
âSo?â Sean said, looking the bone over. âProbably a deer or something.â He waved the bone toward Nikos. âFire that backhoe up. Letâs get back to work.â He placed the bone under his arm, clapped his hands three times, then clawed his way out of the pit, holding the bone in his left hand.
âI donât think itâs a deer, Sean,â Taki called back to him.
âThen a horse, a cow. Who cares? Itâs ancient. I mean look at it. Probably been down there for a hundred years ⦠This was a farm, for peteâs sake. Thereâs probably lots more animal skeletons lying aroundââ
Suddenly Taki let out a small, startled yelp, stood quickly, and genuflected.
Nikos jumped from the backhoe and trotted toward him. âWhat is it, my friend?â Again, he spoke in Greek.
âIn English ⦠in English ⦠Come on, you two. You know the rules.â
Nikos placed his hand on Takiâs back and glanced at the cleared area. âYou better take a look at this, Sean. This is no horse or deer.â
Sean slid back down into the hole and joined the other men. When he saw what theyâd found he dropped the bone heâd been holding like a hot iron. He then walked around them and bent down to get a closer look. What he saw was the top half of a human skull sticking out from the loosened dirt. The backhoe seemed to have crushed a portion of it. âDamn,â he said as he stood. He turned to face Nikos and Taki. They both took a step backward.
âProbably an Indian ⦠Native American ⦠whatever,â Sean said as he dusted his hands off on his jeans. âNo telling how long heâs been down here.â He sat down into the bucket of the backhoe. âWhoa boy ⦠Iâve got to think for a minute. This could mess up everything â¦â He rubbed a dirty hand across his forehead and the three men were silent for several long minutes. âOkay,â Sean finally said, âhereâs the plan: Taki, I want you to go keep an eye on the other guys. I donât want any of the crew to know about this besides the three of us. I donât care what you tell them, just donât let them come down here for twenty minutes or so, okay?â
Taki nodded and climbed out of the dig. Sean turned his attention to Nikos.
âAlright, Nikos, weâve