[ WP ] A grave digger meets a body snatcher . Describe their exchange and conflict .

My boss warned me when I first started,'you are likely to come across some corpse poachers during your hours, it's why night shifters get this.' My first time holding a weapon, a dinky little thing you'd imagine a cowboy midget to carry. It packs a wallop though, he had me shoot it once at a bottle, which I missed completely. I fired it for the second time tonight, it's why I'm stuck behind a tombstone being shot at meself. 
 
 `` Why do n't you jes' let us take da' Does? We'll cut you in seventy tirdy!?'' the intruder's voice rang out. 
 
 `` Mighty kind of ya' to oblige my interests, n' tanks fer lettin' me know ya' have a pardner which ya'. I'd advise you to warn your friend I'm the incarnate whelp of Annie Oakley's bastard child, if he tries to flank me I'll poot his fookin eye out.'' I bluffed hoping they would buy it. 
 
 A long pause was registered before I saw more movement from behind the oak tree they were taking cover in. One was bold enough to go for the hole they had dug and I aimed for his head and fired, it ricocheted off a distant tombstone as he jumped back yelling. The corpse thief returned the fire hitting my cover with an audible thud. 
 
 `` You move for the fella' in the ground again I'll have to take your head. Me cap n' says I ai n't to let a single soul leave this place an' I intend to keep my word. Yet I would n't expect thieves like you to know nuttin' bout keepin' a word.'' I said hoping to piss them off and bring them out of cover I only had three rounds left. 
 
 `` Sorry to disappoint but we ai n't et' in days boy o' if we leave empty handed we likely to die.'' the corpse thief pleaded. 
 
 `` You lads seem ta' forgit' we in Ireland, I know that any man strong enough to dig six feet ai n't starvin', jes' fookin' greedy as the day he was bornt. You are free to leave and try elsewheres or stay and receive your last rites from Father tirty eight, Amen.'' I replied just as quickly. 
 
 A longer silence followed but I strained my ears to hear them whisper debating if the loot was worth it. 
 
 `` A thirty eight you say? That mus' mean you ca n't have no more than tree maybe four shots left.'' the thief stated inquisitively. 
 
 `` You'd be Yankee fahkin Doodle ta' tink I ai n't got more bullets, now get da fuck out of here or I'm killin' the both of ya's.'' I responded quickly. 
 
 `` Okay boy o, were hoofin' it.'' I saw them walk off into the distance heart racing praying that it did not get worse than that unpleasant exchange. Picking up my lantern and cautious all the while slowly moving towards to where they were to see the mess they'd made. I momentarily took my eyes off the direction they had left looking down at a grave the day shift had dug moving my light closer to it. 
 
 It was not the corpse of a human I'd ever seen, the inside of the pine box was filled with goo and what lay there was more similar to a giant bat. I was transfixed by the sight of it dropping my guard when one of the grave robbers ran at me from the shadows with a shovel. Numbness, darkness, but not dead, the last thing I remembered was falling into the hole with that thing. 
 
 

