the hay rustles as jerry moves through the field.
the alley is a dead end.
butch sits on the coffee table, which is pushed right up to mack, lottie and cleve, who sit on chairs.
a few hundred yards back, butch struggles forward.
a white figure moves slightly in the boughs of an oak tree. phillip tries to climb higher but can't reach the next limb.
butch smiles as he retrieves the postcard from his pocket.