He replaced his hat, tipped the brim to her.
‘Good luck to you, Miss Pickett.’
He walked away. His car, bearing the livery of the County Sheriff’s Office, was parked outside the cemetery. He raised his eyes. To the south-west the peaks of the Beartooth Range glittered in the sun.
The girl stayed a while longer. Then she turned and walked towards the gate.
A slight breeze from the peaks caught her, blowing open the long quilted coat and revealing the four-month bulge of her belly.