The night before, the young men had dug the grave. It lay in the cemetery of the Wolf Town Church, right next to the resting place of other old Dusacks.
At this moment, those young people who were born and raised here after their parents had settled in the land, were standing behind the grave with shovels, waiting to fill it back in.
A few pine boards and a handful of iron nails made up the old Hunter's coffin. Winters, Gerard, and two other old Dusacks carried the casket all the way to the graveyard.
They placed the casket next to the grave and stepped aside. There were unexpectedly many people who came to see Ralph off, not just Dusans from Dusa Village, but also villagers from the east and west sides of the river. Even Protestants from Nanxin and Beixin, villages far from the town center, had made the journey to attend the funeral.