“Yes! I found him! Over here!” Tom turned back to the pile of dirt and the single hand sticking out. He buried his pick into the soil and pulled large pieces of earth and rocks free as the other miners arrived and hurried to free their supervisor.
It’d been a day since an earthquake caused the cave-in, but it felt more like a lifetime to the men searching for the lost man. They stopped when the severed hand and arm fell out of the hole.
Tom’s helmet light followed the arm until it stopped rolling. “I’m sorry, Pete. So sorry.”