Excerpt of Big Wheat by Richard A. Thompson

It didn't have to be as deep as a real grave, only deep
enough so that the coyotes or stray dogs couldn't dig the
body up, and the spring plows would glide harmlessly over
it. Waist high was good enough, two or three hour's work.
He threw the dirt all to one side of the hole, away from
the mountain of straw from the day's threshing operation.
The straw pile screened him from the farm buildings a
quarter mile away and gave him a sense of security and
privacy.