![]() I nodded and did my best to stand still in the wind. ![]() “The traditional Chinese cof?n is rectangular with three humps, and they won’t bury you wearing red ’cause you’ll turn into a ghost.” “Now we only use the shovels when dirt clods roll into the grave from the backhoe.” The tiny man took a sip from the ?ask and continued the throes of philosophic debate. It was 28 degrees outside, the jean jacket was all he wore, and he wasn’t shivering the ?ask probably had something to do with that. ![]() Jules unscrewed the top from a ?ask he had pulled from the breast pocket of his tattered jean jacket and leaned on his worn shovel. “They used to build a bon?re an’ allow it to burn a couple of hours, melt through the frost, and then dig the grave.” What the old cowboy meant was that folks who were inconsiderate enough to die in the Wyoming winter faced four feet of frozen ground between them and their ?nal resting place. ![]()
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