With the sun setting in the distance, a tranquil breeze rolled over the rocky hills and sparse patches of grass. A whisp of dirt was kicked up from each of the freshly compacted hills that had been dug up and replaced.
Bil stood over his newest and last mound. It was smaller than the hills covering the rest of the destroyed town, just two bromes taller than common tombstones. And unlike how Bil had reburied the town debris, Bil took his time to build up and create the smaller mound over the tombstones he'd taken days to find.
He would gather and build up the base of the mound. Then, Bil would leave a gap in the ground just above where the bodies of the marked graves were.
To fill the hollow gap, Bil would put the shovel down. Bil walked over to his small mountain white-hot coals he kept from his bonfires. Bare-handed, Bil scooped up some coals and slowly walked them over to the graves, step by step. Bil was in no rush.
