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Father Miguel bowed with the humble gathering around the gravesite. Shadows from the ancient live oak moved across the pile of cobblestone as the dead danced for a moment in celebration, welcoming the neophyte to eternity.
“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen.” He crossed himself and looked up at the grieving family.
Juan Carlos Rodriquez had been in a confrontation that had ended in gun fire and had ended his life. His wife and four small children were now left without husband, father or support. The gunman was said to have been a stranger passing through, a searching gold miner, probably agitated by his losses and deficiency of luck. He was long gone and now many lives would be altered because of his wantonness. This was the very thing that Father Miguel h
