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it don't seem like a respectful thing to dump your momma in the middle of a cow pasture."
"It wasn't a cow pasture when she lived here," Neil said. "It was a farm back then."
"It's a cow pasture now," said Leon.
"Yes, I suppose it is," Neil said as he looked over at the inquisitive cow that had moved closer. It stretched out to sniff at him again and he moved away still unsure if cows could be dangerous. "In spite of that, I'm sure it's what she would want. She loved the country out here."
"Well, it's your mama," Jacob said. "You can do as you please, I suppose. But if I was you I'd be quick about it. The guy that owns this field don't take kindly to people being on his property.” He straightened back up behind the wheel and put the truck in gear.
"Good day to ya," Leon said as they pulled away. He was shaking his head and Neil heard him mutter to his brother, "City folk."
Neil watched the truck pull away down the road for a while before turning back to the cow that still regarded him with big brown eyes. "You probably think I'm as crazy as those guys," he said to her. She just stared at him.
He looked across the field at the distant thicket and said, "You may all be right," before he walked off following the over- grown tracks.
The drive had not been used in a long time. In places, the trail had faded to barely discernible. In other spots, it was rutted and muddy, but it led straight to the overgrown patch of brush and scrubby trees. Rising out of that tangle was a large oak tree that Neil hoped marked the site of the house where his mother and aunt had grown up. He estimated that it was about a quarter of a mile from the road. Not far after all the way he had come. He could find a spot, perhaps under the big tree
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