Jim opened his eyes and felt for the first time the pain that was shooting through his back. Wow, he’d been stabbed again.
It was dark all around him, and enclosed, but nicely padded. He figured that he’d been buried alive again. That’s right, it wasn’t the first time that some renegade cattle-rustler looking for a buck had tried, and succeeded at putting him in his early grave.
He’ll just have to dig himself up again.
Dirt filled his eyes and lungs as he fought to eat his way out of his coffin. Apparently whoever had killed him had decided to make it harder for him by tying his wrists.
Oh well, whoever did it would be dead soon.