They soon come upon a mailbox with THE ENGELS stamped boldly in black along the side.  Below that in more elegant script are Judy and Sam.

Bart turns off the GPS.

He eases along the driveway, a long, narrow stretch of road that cuts deep into the woods.  A barbed wire fence runs along either side of it.  Along the left is a sizeable herd of sheep while the right seems to be the home for at least one horse—a brown stallion with white socks on two of its feet.

“You don’t have a brother down in the Cities, do you?” Bart asks.