We took our guns and went fowling.

Above a certain elevation, the aspens gave way to scrubby, gnarled pines.

But the production does have a couple of visual coups de théâtre, including a final one in which past and present (or present and future) come together in a tableau wherein it is impossible to distinguish between actors and their projected, hologramlike images.

He was a cloddish man, like he'd just fallen off the turnip wagon and hadn't quite woken up yet from his long trip from the country.