Thirty-FourA small knot of people stood around the open grave as four men lowered the coffin carefully into the ground. The preacher read the last prayer and Simms turned away, hat remaining in his hands, and looked down towards the town of Bovey.
“It looks almost peaceful from up here.”
Simms looked askance at Martinson and grunted. “I wonder if it ever will know the true meaning of peace.”
“It's over now, my friend. Dixon, everything he stood for, every malicious, vindictive act, ended. All thanks to you.”
“He still managed to do what he did.” Simms sighed, studying his hat for a few moments. “I wonder how many more there are like Dixon out there, lurking in the shadows, biding their time in broken-down old saloons, planning and scheming.”
“Perhaps men like Moss will replace men suc
