(With a heavy heart through a letter) And the Bishop family... Henry, this is where it gets worse. Samuel Bishop—he was one of the steadier men in town, kept mostly to himself with his wife and their two children, James and Clara. They’d been troubled lately—losing livestock, the usual story. But last week, Samuel found a cow torn to pieces behind the barn. He told me the sight turned his stomach, and God knows I’ve seen plenty in my time to know how bad it had to be.

(forcing a smile, clasping Armitage’s hand): Not long enough, if you ask me. Been that way for days now. The animals won't settle. Won’t go near the edges of the fields, either. Spook at shadows—shadows that ain't even there.