All are in peril in BG. Will Uncle Bubba survive? What are William Land's plans for CG? Will Tiger get to Raven before he's forced to do this favor for a mysterious Bounty Hunter and clear his name? Brandy and Bruce are about to face down Regan and...
With the bodies laid in tidy rows, eyes tightly closed, feet to the East and Heads to the West.
They will rise on the other side staring at the maker's face, ready for the coming test.
Those who cannot be saved, will be marched straight into the rising sun and in eternity will get no rest.
From here they will serve the Devil and with busy hands they will be keeping heaven warm, at best.
There remained only the shelter required and the Triage, the rest was used to build the funeral pyre.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
So, all that was Deep Pool, was now piled high over the bodies in the grave, for the fire.
The tired crew stood around the pyre, like some lonesome choir.
How they could have done with an Ecclesiastic Prior.
It was traditional for those responsible to address the dead.
To take responsibility, a person from whom some words of wisdom are usually shed.
To wish the deceased well on their short journey to the next world, they were about to tread.
But neither Denver or Donovan could think of a good word to say, and thought it better, the less said.
They would have happily passed the questionable honour on to Brandy.
But unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found, not handy
It was starting to get uncomfortably embarrassing, they looked around for another dogsbody.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Then Missy, followed by Petra and Shadow, walked forward to address the dead, lucky for Denver she was always ready.
Missy gave both the men a dismissive look.
With disdain, her head she shook.
With equal scorn, the girls stood proud by her side, as she instructed everyone to remember the good book.
Now bow your heads in respect and without one sigh of disrespect they all submissively followed her lead, fearing the wrath of God, they dared not to return her look.
"Maker and giver of life, we are gathered here to celebrate the miserable lives of these fallen men. But those who we have laid before you, have treated life as if were a game, behaving more like uneducated children.
We know they have sinned, but I doubt there is a soul among us who has not committed a sin, for in each of us there is a heathen.
So, we plead with you to forgive all of us our sins and the opportunity to repent, as we rise before you, at heaven's gate, when our time has come, Amen."
Taking the flaming torch, she used it to light more, soon everyone became the bearer of a fire.
At her command they were tossed into the darkening sky, it was a haunting yet spectacular sight to behold as they spiralled into the Funeral Pyre.
The ruins had been soaked in cooking oil and molasses and home stilled fire water, a highly inflammable cocktail, an awesome fire erupted and the lonesome choir did raise a cheer.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Soon the night sky was to be filled with the twinkling light of smoke and ashes, the remnants of their souls on their way to the maker.
