"That's okay. If it bites you I'll take it to the emergency room."
"Huh? Oh, right but what about me?"
"If you get bitten by a rattlesnake you'll drop dead of a heart attack long before the poison kills you."
"Very funny, Bobby."
"Look," Bobby said and pointed the light beam down at Mike's feet. "Didn't I tell you to wear boots? Those three hundred dollar shoes on your feet ain't going to protect from snake bites and this pine straw is slick as glass on those leather soles of yours."
"I didn't know we were going into a swamp. You said cemetery not the Okefenokee."
"Well now you know but when the time comes to dig, you will dig. Fancy shoes or not, I'm not doing this all by myself.
"I'll do my share so stop worrying about it. Now how much further have we got to go?"
Bobby swung the light and pointed back to the deer path ahead of them. "There's an old rusty cow fence coming up. Once we cross that, it's a hundred or so yards."
"How do you know it's a cow fence and not for horses or something?"
"Shut up Mike and besides, what's the rush? Are you that anxious to see the ghosts around the grave yard? Oh wait; I forgot to warn you about those, didn't I?"
"I never seen a ghost in my life, but, uh, are you expecting to see one tonight?"
Bobby turned the light beam back into Mike's face. "As white as you look right now I would think you already have seen one. Now watch where you're stepping and let's get going before the sun comes up."
Mike stopped, raised his hand and pressed the light button on his digital watch. "Hey, it's only 2:30 in the morning anyway. We got plenty of..."
The words faded off his lips when he looked up and realized that Bobby was moving away at a brisk pace. "Bobby? Hey, wait up man. I can't see where I'm going."