Dusk settles in roadside ditches. A calf bawls from the hedge. Two horses on a gallop lean and turn sharply together at the fence. The willow-fringed river to the south wraps about the bluffs like a shawl. These country towns are nice.
Dog barks echo over muffled houses.
Up Main a pick-up noses in at the tavern. The filling station has curtains and a pop machine out front that opens from the top. Soybeans ripen beside the high school. Across the street a pasture doubles as a baseball diamond. Along the fence row, cattle in dusty single file amble toward the barn.