earliest hours of that morning in november, a sunday morning, n foign sounds impinged on the normally tly hok the keening hysteria of coyotes, the cries, dry scrapes of, studying, scurrying tumbleweed, the racing receding wall of locomotive whistles. at the time, not a soul is sleeping. he'll come. heard them for gunshot blast. that all told ended six human lives. but afterwards the tnspeople therefore sufficiently and fearful of each other dom troue to lock their doors er and over again somber them explosions that stimulated fires of misin t glare of which many old neighbors viewed each other and as strangers. so i think think this, you know, draws on the idea the western right as we talked this idealized landscape and the people who prospered in their lives that seem to be. you know reflect of of their of of happy and happy and and good times. now there has been turned upside down by these right these murders that will eventually lead to the ending of six six lives. right now, how is this literary. let's talk a little bit more about that idea. how would you say this is literary, aside from,