As the woman drew near, Ned walked out to meet her. “I apologize if we’re trespassing here,” he said. “You were standing on Joe’s grave,” she said, her voice low and guttural. She had a pipe clamped between her teeth and she held a Winchester rifle high across her chest. “I assure you, ma’am,” Ned said. “We meant no disrespect to you or to Joe. We was just admiring the little dolly stuck to your tree over there, and we had not the slightest idea Joe was underfoot.” “Dolly?”
