The grass was wet, soggy even. Lord knew today wasn't the best day for a funeral, but Mother Nature didn't seem to be listening. Rain started to drizzle down the backs of the people gathered in the small, rustic cemetery, and then it began to pour. A woman at the graveside could be heard wailing. A few others, all women, could be seen gathered beside her sniffling and sobbing, trying to comfort her. The men stood behind the women, stone faced. The widow cried over the death of her husband. As they all stood watching their friend laid to rest, their thoughts drifted back to how they came to this point, five years from the last time they were all together. The rain-washed stone at the head of the grave read, 'Rest in Peace, Chief'.