Under the silo two bodies remained, as still as statuary, one beside a galvanized trough, the other toppled some feet farther, facedown in the bluegrass. To a side, a pair of charred fenceposts crossed in a ring of ashes and strung a slow line of smoke out toward the signboards--mainsails and topgallants placarding gas and food and lodging--beneath which the endless semis charged, one upon one upon another.