At the moment during their first conversation when Dr. Rutledge had spoken the words "Moby Pig," a nagging thought—just the trace of an idea—had come up in the back of Rufus’s mind. It was a little like when you were a man of a certain age and a wild hair began to trouble the inside of your nostril, subtle and sporadic at first, but only getting worse until you came to grips with it and snipped it out. This word "Moby," it seemed, had aroused some stray recollection. Not until he’d gone back to Lawton to spend time with some of his Comanche relations had he figured it out.