After a time Suratt turned from the highway into a faint, rutted wagon road between a field and a patch of woods and they drove straight into the sun [IT'S LATE IN DAY]. . . . The road wound presently into the woods where the sun was intermittent, and it rose gradually toward a low crest on which trees stood like a barred grate against the western sky. They crossed this hill and the land fell away in ragged ill-tended fields . . . (FD: 143)