Now the Wilsons lived out ‘n the middle of nowhere- ain’t no neighbor for a good 20 miles! They owned a good chunk of farmland and the rest, well I guess the state never thought they needed it.
John was tellin’ me that they had a field blocked with a barbed fence at the edge of their property, an’ Mrs. Wilson told him never to go over there. They never said why. He told me he often heard howls from that field. Probably coyotes, I thought. But he said no- women howling.
Well I wonder if they were blocking something out rather than blocking him in.