In a transient patch of moonlight, Al glimpses a tombstone through the bare branches. He is up in a second. The warm wind carries his voice away. She looks at him dumbly. But Al avoids death whenever he can, and he is shaking as he ducks out of the bushes and runs straight into Frank Tinney.
Calamity is free.
Maureen is slow and haughty as she emerges from the bushes. When she looks back to see Al knock the old man down she knows that the citv bovs will have to leave, tonight. She does not come down to help mop up Frank's nose as he lies moaning in the parlor, but she does stand at her window, in the dark, to see the city boys and their suitcases retreat down Main Street. To L.A., she thinks. Wherever it is, whatever it is.