Ms. Byrne pounded some more. Frustrated, she muttered, "Apparently not. He's supposed to have an Indian partner who lives near him. Willie Sees the Night, if you can believe that."

"Better than Willie Humps His Dog."

"Cute," she said dryly. "I wonder if this is the place."

"I bet it is," Hart said. "But it looks abandoned to me. Look at the weeds. Ass deep to a tall squaw."

"Whorehouse Meadow, Jump-Off Joe Creek. Now there's a classy address. Can you imagine the kind of people who live out here in all this isolation? What do they do?"

"They listen to the wind in the treetops. Ghosts. Whoooooooooooo! That and pull their lonely little peepees." Hart laughed.

Ms. Byrne was in no mood for humor.