CHAPTER 15I left the car in a grove of trees near the cemetery gate and took my rifle with me. It was only about three thirty and the air was comfortable, but the sun had disappeared beyond the western mountains and it was gloomy and like day’s end in the woods. The grass in the cemetery was overgrown and there was no sign of recent traffic. I glanced at headstones as I walked and found most of them to be dated long before, some as many as fifty years. Now and then a more recent date would show, but the most recent I could find at first was of about twelve years before. The older headstones were quite large and handsome and the stonecutter had done an ornate job. The later ones were smaller and simpler. Some were simply flat to the ground with brass plates bolted to them. After a while I m
