The risen wasted little time regarding the corpse that swayed from a scaffolding as their feet shifted into Dry Acre.
The corpse was pungent with the scent of that coin that stoked their fury. The risen Turners ripped the body asunder. Still, they sensed the taint of that gold coin lingering in the air. Still, their rage hungered.
The risen found none of the living waiting for them in Dry Acre.
Thus the risen marched onward upon the heels of all of those who had ever accepted a particular rancher's gold.