It was a hard time for all of us dealing with everything that was lost. Over the next week we found the bodies of the rest of our lost members. We buried them in four separate funeral services. Each time it dug deeper into the wounds we hoped would be healing soon. Too much had happened in such a short time for any of us to understand how to deal with it properly. It took two weeks to remove all of the infected bodies from the ranch and burn them. It wasn’t until a month later, in the middle of March, that all of the work we were doing started to feel like it had any purpose. The winter temperatures stayed below freezing throughout that month, which probably did the most to keep the group intact. A good number of our people would have moved off the ranch, trying to make it on their own during that time, due to the general hopelessness felt by everyone. The unusual cold forced us to continue working together. My behavior torturing those men in the stable played a big part in the feelings of unease everyone was dealing with.
