"Just a precaution, Bill," Dave says, forcing himself not to react to the mention of Wally. "Just wanna let the doc get a look at you, make sure you're good to go, that's all."

Mrs. Freeda picks up Bill's fallen cap and smooths a hand over its brim.

"Deputy Wally?" She shakes her head. "Lord, it's been -- "

"Mrs. Freeda -- "

"What, right at three years since he was laid to rest with all the others," she continues, as if Dave hadn't spoken.

Dave clenches his jaw.